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. “Not a bit of it,” he said; “it’s only a score in a game. It was intolerable to think that he might overhear words and phrases.
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