But when McKay took Miss Erith's head into his arms the girl's eyes
were wet.
"The way they died down there--I can't help it, Kay," she faltered.
"Oh, Kay, Kay, you must love me enough to make me forget--forget--"
And she clasped his neck tightly in both her arms.
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