She looked grave and straight and honestly
at me, and it seemed no other girl had ever looked so far into my heart. At twenty-four
the smile of a woman is a glory to the blood and a spark to the spirit, and
carries a richer wine than any sold over a bar in any frontier saloon.
Louis L’Amour “The Collected Short Stories – Volume 1
(Frontier Stories)”, Bantam, 2014, ISBN 978-0-553-39226-5. “End Of The Drive”, Page 110.
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