Thames, meanwhile, had drawn his sword, and was about to rush upon Jonathan; but he was withheld by Wood. It might have been the moon, or the phosphorescence of the broken water, or it might have been his abysmal loneliness; but suddenly he caught her face in his hands and kissed her on the mouth. He did not think of her as a killer, he could barely conceive it. She slipped down the perfunctory flight of stairs, short because of the home’s split-level style. Wood, and however he might dissent from the latter proposition, he did not deem it expedient to make any reply; and the orator proceeded with his harangue amid the general applause of the assemblage. “I wonder,” she began, presently, “why I love you—and love you so much?.
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