Andrew's church, the bell of which was tolling, was covered with spectators. Away in London even now Capes was packing and preparing; Capes, the magic man whose touch turned one to trembling fire. ’ ‘For shame, Hilary,’ admonished his fiancée, casting a pitying glance at the refugees. She heard the bamboo curtain rattle slightly. "Is it poison?" she asked.
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