Flower of the North by James Oliver Curwood
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"Why?"
Gregson waited until Philip had seated himself before he answered. "Look here, old man--get ready to laugh. Split your sides, if you want to. But it's God's truth that the girl I saw yesterday is the only girl I've ever seen that I'd be willing to die for!" "To be sure," agreed Philip. "I understand." Gregson stared at him in surprise. "Why don't you laugh?" he asked. "It is not a laughing matter," said Philip. "I say that I understand. And I do." Gregson looked from Philip's face to the picture. "Does it--does it hit you that way, Phil?" "She is very beautiful." "She is more than that," declared Gregson, warmly. "If I ever looked into an angel's face it was yesterday, Phil. For just a moment I met her eyes--" "And they were--" "Wonderful!" |
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