” She glanced out of the window, and the distant trees were a froth of hard spring green and almond blossom. Had she too been flying from something and had accepted this method of escape? But what frying-pan could be equal to this fire? All this led him back to the original circle. And the fact that it was dressed in riding gear had fooled her into thinking it was her own image. The Iron Bar.
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