At the threshold of the study he bade her good-night; but he did not touch her forehead with his lips. For what indeed does she do? A simple song, no gesture, no acting, nothing. The joy of being loved thrilled her as nothing before had ever done, a curious abstract joy which had nothing in it at that moment of regret or even pity. He pressed his lips to her with a much greater force than she had anticipated. " "Have you told him so?" she inquired, reproachfully. The amazing tonic of the thought! From time to time she laid her hand upon Spurlock's forehead: it was still cold.
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