But, no. The iron slipped from his face, leaving it blank with astonishment. She reached for the door handle. A neat tale, giving little away. There was a lapse of time, an interval of blackness; then he found his hand in hers and she was leading him at a run up the side of the mountain. “Now she’s all hat and ideas,” he said, with an air of humor.
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