And suddenly all the sad habit of the years fell from her, the weariness, the dull fret, the days of sober agony--they were as though they had never been.
The miracle of love swept her tears down into an ocean of bliss and carried them into laughing waters. Horace pressed his lips to hers; and they were all lost--the long intolerable hours--in the simplification of a kiss.
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“Because,” she whispered, “I would take the risk--if you loved me.”
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CHAPTER I
The Pinsents never saw any reason why they shouldn’t be modern without--as they expressed it--going too far.