“I don’t see there’s any getting away from the fact that you and I love each other,” he said, slowly. His smile faded. Henry Clay, thirteen cents in Hong-Kong and two-bits in that dear old New York. She had never expected John capable of saying such things, of thinking such macabre ideas. His chin was angular and his lips were 16 small, his mouth tiny and refined.
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