But the recollection of the warm pliant body in his arms …! "I am a thief!" he whispered. ’ He turned to the goggling footman and thrust him towards the coach. His face was half hidden under a freshly pipeclayed sola topee—sun-helmet. She crooked her finger. ” He closed the door of 109 in her face. Courtlaw, who was sitting by the bedside, bent over him. She felt very awkward as she stared at 103 the top of his ashen hair.
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