Her cheeks seemed to burn, her veins ran riot, and her heart was beating so fast that she was sure he must feel it through his scarlet coat. She loved him. For a few minutes, Darrell seemed to have the advantage in the conflict. She moved her elbow nearer to him and spoke in a still lower tone. They WERE, she realized, acutely beautiful things. I made her my unwilling confederate.
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