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London, Jack

"The Son Of The Wolf"

The priest sighed and raised her to her feet.


? ? ? ? Wharton pressed forward, but she motioned him away.


? ? ? ? 'Don't come near me, Clyde! I am going back!' The tears were coursing pitifully down her face, but she made no effort to wipe them away.


? ? ? ? 'After all this? You cannot! I will not let you!'


? ? ? ? 'Don't touch me!' She shivered and drew back.


? ? ? ? 'I will! You are mine! Do you hear? You are mine!' Then he whirled upon the priest. 'O what a fool I was to ever let you wag your silly tongue! Thank your God you are not a common man, for I'd- but the priestly prerogative must be exercised, eh? Well, you have exercised it. Now get out of my house, or I'll forget who and what you are!'


? ? ? ? Father Roubeau bowed, took her hand, and started for the door. But Wharton cut them off.


? ? ? ? 'Grace! You said you loved me?'


? ? ? ? 'I did.'


? ? ? ? 'And you do now?'


? ? ? ? 'I do.'


? ? ? ? 'Say it again.'


? ? ? ? 'I do love you, Clyde; I do.'


? ? ? ? 'There, you priest!' he cried.


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