. \" She whirled around by instinct, frightening the boy who she had borrowed the pencil from. Remember! not a word!" So saying, he huddled the mantle over Wood's shoulders, dashed the lantern to the ground, and extinguished the light. ’ ‘Merci,’ she sighed and, surrendering at last to his oft-proffered aid, allowed her head to droop onto his chest. This laughter released something that had been striving for expression—her own natural buoyancy.
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