“You are really a good Samaritan,” she declared. Jack's complexion was that of a gipsy; Darrell's as fresh and bright as a rose. “May I hear?” “It really isn’t much to tell,” Drummond answered. A nod was exchanged. The wings stopped. “But I am sorry,” she exclaimed.
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