By this time Capes’ hair had bleached nearly white, and his skin had become a skin of red copper shot with gold. For some days we shall be very idle there among the trees and rocks. In a little while—to-morrow—all these tender, beautiful emotions will pass away, and I'll become what I was yesterday, a cynical, miserly old spinster. ” “There’s plenty of time,” said Ramage.
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