THE ARROW OF GOLD
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dred miles of this house, where they came clinging to me all profaned from the mouth of that man. Haven't you heard them—the horrible things? And what can words have to do between you and me?"
Her hands were stretched out imploringly, I said, childishly disconcerted:
"But, Rita, how can I help using words of love to you? They come of themselves on my lips!"
"They come! Ah! But I shall seal your lips with the thing itself," she said. "Like this. . . ."
