The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured elsewhere. It was a mad half-hour. At the opening of the van doors and the emergence into the fresh air Ann Veronica’s doubt and depression gave place to the wildest exhilaration. "Mark me," said Jack, sternly; "I have twice broken out of this prison in spite of all your precautions. He embraced her small body in his arms, kissing her forehead over and over.
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