Murder in Any Degree by Owen Johnson
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ass. Steady head, old boy! Let's look at it in a reasonable way--as men
of the world. You can't bring her back, can you? She's gone." At this reminder, overcome by the vibrating sense of loss, Lightbody turned abruptly, no longer master of himself, and going hastily toward the windows, cried violently: "Gone!" Over the satisfied lips of De Gollyer the same ironical smile returned. "I say, as a matter of fact I didn't suspect, you--you cared so much." "I adored her!" With a quick movement, Lightbody turned. His eyes flashed. He no longer cared what he revealed. He began to speak incoherently, stifling a sob at every moment. "I adored her. It was wonderful. Nothing like it. I adored her from the moment I met her. It was that--adoration--one woman in the world--one woman--I adored her!" The imp of irony continued to play about De Gollyer's eyes and slightly twitching lips. "Quite so--quite so," he said. "Of course you know, dear boy, you weren't always so--so lonely--the old days--you surprise me." The memory of his romance all at once washed away the bitterness in |
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