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of happiness too great to be anything but a mockery. Before she opened them McKinnon had her hand between his great bony fingers, and reckless fire and warmth and daring went singing through his veins.
"I'm going to fight this out for you," he said, "and I'm going to win because you want me to win!"
"Oh, it will be hard!" she murmured, with a vibrata of something that was almost happiness in her voice.
"Hard!" he cried, in his new-born and unreasoning audacity; "I'd fight through Hell itself for you!"
