She walked for a mile or more recklessly, close veiled, with swift level footsteps, though her brain was in a whirl and a horrible faintness all the time hovered about her. ’ A wary look came over her face, and Roding intervened. She breathed deeply of the starch of his shirt. ‘Do not think—’ he panted, ‘that I am finished—with you, mademoiselle.
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