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Wood strained his eyes to catch a glimpse of the flying skiff. She listened, listened intently for several minutes. He could not tell by the look of her whether she was glad or sorry that presently she would be free. What else was there lurked in shadows and deep places; if in some mood of reverie it came out into the light, it was presently overwhelmed and hustled back again into hiding.
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