Success - A Novel by Samuel Hopkins Adams
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"The breast of the world rises and falls with your breathing." Banneker was twenty-four years old, and had the untainted soul of a boy of sixteen. CHAPTER V Overhead she was singing. The voice was clear and sweet and happy. He did not know the melody; some minor refrain of broken rhythm which seemed always to die away short of fulfillment. A haunting thing of mystery and glamour, such mystery and glamour as had irradiated his long and wonderful night. He heard the door open and then her light footsteps on the stair outside. Hot-eyed and disheveled, he rose, staggering a little at first as he hurried to greet her. She stood poised on the lower step. "Good-morning," he said. She made no return to his accost other than a slow smile. "I thought you were a dream," she murmured. "No. I'm real enough. Are you better? Your head?" |
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