Every Soul Hath Its Song by Fannie Hurst
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against her eyes until Catherine wheels spun and spun against her lids.
"Let me think just a minute." "There's nobody, Renie--nobody--nobody--no way." "Four--thousand!" "No-body, I tell you, Renie. But I'll kill myself before I--" Renie stood up. "Izzy! I will!" He was whimpering frankly against her skirt. After a while she raised her face. Jeanne d'Arc might have looked like that when she beheld the vision. "Squash!" "What?" "Squash! It's like he was sent out of heaven!" "He--he ain't--" "He's coming to-night--to ask me, Izzy. You know what I mean? Don't you see? Don't you see?" "I--" "Don't you see, Izzy? He's going to ask me, and--and I'm going to do it!" |
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