Jack London

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    Letter 10
    June 1835

    I am nearly mad about you, as much as one can be mad: I cannot bring together two ideas that you do not interpose yourself between them.

    I can no longer think of nothing but you. In spite of myself, my imagination carries me to you. I grasp you, I kiss you, I caress you, a thousand of the most amorous caresses take possession of me.

    As for my heart, there you will always be — very much so. I have a delicious sense of you there. But my God, what is to become of me, if you have de‍
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    flush of angry blood pervaded Bill's face.
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    spoke gravely and slowly, with no hint of the anger that was raging within
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    The pitch to which he was aroused was tremendous
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    crying with fear
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    the man whose hand he had bitten was angry.
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    to the cub the spectacle of her protective rage was pleasing.
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    the next moment, in a rush of anger, he was upon Lip-lip and snapping viciously.
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    And he fled to Kiche, raging at the end of her stick like an animal gone mad-to Kiche,
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