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Locke, William John, 1863-1930

"Simon the Jester"

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"But you might die!" she cried; and her tone touched my heart.
"I've got to," I said, as gently as I could; and the moment the words
passed my lips I regretted them.
She turned a terrified look on me and seized me by the arms.
"Is it as bad as that? Why haven't you told me?"
I lifted my arms to her shoulders and shook my head and smiled into her
eyes. They seemed true, honest eyes, with a world of pain behind them.
If I had not regarded myself as the gentleman in the Greek Tragedy
walking straight to my certain doom, and therefore holding myself aloof
from such vain things, I should have yielded to the temptation and
kissed her there and then. And then goodness knows what would have
happened.
As it was it was bad enough. For, as we stood holding on to each other's
shoulders in a ridiculous and compromising attitude, the door opened
and Dale Kynnersley burst, unannounced, into the room. He paused on the
threshold and gaped at us, open-mouthed.

CHAPTER IX
We sprang apart, for all the world like a guilty pair surprised.


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