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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!