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FLAMING
YOUTH
He bent and kissed the sweet, troubled eyes, the soft,
questioning lips. little Pat!
“My darling!” he said brokenly.
Iwish to God, I'd never come back
“No; don’t wish that.
“My a
I think I’m glad you came,
anyway. It’s been very dull without you, Cary,” she added with childish plaintiveness. “Then wh
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“Don’t ask me any more whys to-night. Please! My head’s so tired with thinking. Throw open the windows. Wide! I want to breathe the spring.” He obeyed. ‘The soft, odour-drenched, earthy wind flowed in, surrounded them, englamoured them, swept them into each other’s arms, “I’m so tired, Cary, dear,” murmured Pat.
Just held me
Hold me close.”
“So tired!
