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Show RIFT IN LOVE'S COUR8E. Beautiful Girl's Demand Shocked Adoring 8ultor. "Jack Harkalong, let go of my hand!" In low, tense tones these words fell from the proud lips of the beautiful Myrtllla Kerneggy. Ajcold perspiration broke out upon the high, broad forehead of the young man. "What's the grouch now, my peerless peer-less marshmallow?" he demanded hoarsely. "Of what have I been guilty?" . "Jack Harkalong, let go of my hand!" "Your words move me strangely, gentle maiden, but they don't loosen my grip. Most beautiful girl, listen! Not even at your bidding Is a set of phalangeal muscles, trained, developed nnd hardened by years of assiduous strap hanging, to be made to yield their" "Jack Hokalong let go of my hand!" "What for?" he howled. "Because," she answered, In the Bame low, tense tones, "I wish to adjust ad-just my back hair!" |
