She tried to be casual. CHAPTER XVIII. Taking up a couple of large stones which lay near, Jack tried to beat the round basils of the fetters into an oval form, so as to enable him to slip his heels through them. But one must disguise oneself. Wood, popping her head through the window. She was trying by some wonderful, secret, and motionless gymnastics to restrain her tears. And the fact that it was dressed in riding gear had fooled her into thinking it was her own image.
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