The effort of self-repression cost him a sob. ” There was genuine interest in her eyes now. So he sharpened a score of pencils, and after fiddling about and rewriting the last page he had written the previous night, he plunged into work. ’ I don’t know what you’d call it —a sort of witchery, almost suggestiveness. ” “Of course I am. Lives by his wits and gambling. " Just then, the infant began to sob piteously. “Tell me,” she insisted, “why you look like that. She was sorry for his liking her too much for his own good, but her need was too desperate to cavil at turning it to useful account.
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