“Don’t fence with me,” Anna cried fiercely. . If the boy had done anything wrong back there in the States, his would be the brand of conscience to pay him out in full. And he did not lack courage. Nevertheless Sydney, clumsily, but earnestly, had something to say about it. Occasionally the flames would bend, twist and writhe crazily as the punka-boy bestirred himself. Her courage and her presence of mind had alike deserted her.
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