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LOVE AND MR. LEWISHAM
been thinking about it. Dear! I don't care for anything— It's you. If I have you nothing else matters. . . . Only I get hurried and cross. It's the work and being poor. Dear one, we must hold to each other. All to-day— It's been dreadful. . . ."
He stopped. They sat clinging to one another.
"I do love you," she said presently with her arms about him. "Oh! I do—do—love you."
He drew her closer to him.
He kissed her neck. She pressed him to her.
Their lips met.
The expiring candle streamed up into a tall flame, flickered, and was suddenly extinguished. The air was heavy with the scent of roses.
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