He was halfway across the ballroom, where the dancing had ceased for the musicians to take a well-earned rest, when Roding pounced on him. Wood, whose admiration for masculine beauty was by no means abated, glanced at the well-proportioned figure of the young man, and made him a very civil salutation. \"The servants will hear you!\" \"I don't care! Why do you?” She cried. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www. His hand went with an almost instinctive inquiry to his jawbone again. Sheppard. As Spurlock called her name, she paused and turned. The pole-chair caravan resumed its journey. On reaching the churchyard, he perceived the melancholy procession descending the hill.
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