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CHAPTER XVII. "Saved!" "Ay, ay, it's all bob, my covey! You're safe enough, that's certain!" responded the Minters, baying, yelping, leaping, and howling around him like a pack of hounds when the huntsman is beating cover; "but, where are the lurchers?" "Who?" asked Wood. Must be plenty of work for you to do. " "Agreed. ’ ‘Glad you’re so sanguine,’ interrupted Captain Roding. To Gerald’s eye, the refugees therefore presented a rather forlorn little group, almost huddling together and chattering in low tones in their own tongue. . He temporized, and the girl raised her eyes once more to his. “Nobody understands them, of course, but we all look as though we did. Out of the beaten track! He must not appear too eager. He was mad. He heard the door close; and in a little while he fell into a doze; and there came a dream filled with broken pictures, each one of which the girl dominated. 1. To them all I am nothing.
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