He realized that he was committed to the path across the fields, an uninteresting walk at the best of times. Flesh and blood, vivid, alluring; she was no longer the symbol, therefore she had become, as in the twinkling of an eye, an utter stranger. "While I live you are safe," rejoined Trenchard; "after my death I can answer for nothing. You’d better not have all the money on you; you had better open a small account in the postoffice and draw it out a fiver at a time. I did not lay any traps for her. He kissed her lightly on the lips.
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