" "Well, well, since you desire it, I'll say no more," returned Wood. ‘And, if this was not enough,’ went on the lady furiously, ‘you dare to say I am French. She heard his voice screaming her name into the twilight as she fled, his cries trailing like banners, weaving through the breeze that had begun to gently stir the dew on the ground. " "May I trust you?" hesitated Thames.
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