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Something in her tone made him look up. I took him out of the hands of death. Come back—you must come back. She tried to imagine herself “getting something,” to project herself as sitting down at a desk and writing, or as returning after her work to some pleasantly equipped and free and independent flat. She leaned forward, her chin in her palms, her elbows on her knees, and she set her gaze upon his face and kept it there in dreamy contemplation. Quilt Arnold was stationed at the stair-head, near which the boat containing the captive boy was moored. Lucy looked about confusedly. She might even forgive him. Not once during the ceremony did the two look at each other, but riveted their gaze upon the lips of the man who was forging the bands: gazed intensively, as if they feared the world might vanish before the last word of the ceremony was spoken. Suddenly Anna felt her hand seized and imprisoned in Courtlaw’s burning fingers.
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