The Foolish Virgin by Thomas Dixon
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"Unless your directions are more explicit--I should think so." "You know, I thought the mountains near Asheville was a bunch o' hills off one side like the Palisades, that you couldn't miss if you tried. I've never been outside of New York--since I can remember. I'd love to see real mountains." The last sentence was spoken in a wistful pathos that touched Mary with its irresistible appeal. Her mother instincts responded to it in quick sympathy. "You've missed a lot," she answered gravely. "I'll bet I have. It's a rotten old town, this New York----" He paused, and a queer light flashed from his steel eyes. "Until you get your hand on its throat," he added, bringing his square jaws together. Mary lifted her face with keen interest. "And you've got it by the throat?" "That's just what--little girl!" he cried, with a |
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