Annabel, I was lying. Time after time he sent Spurlock into this corner or that; but always the boy regained his feet before the murderous boot could reach the mark. A young man —almost a boy, slight, dark, and with his brother’s deep grey eyes—came across the room to her. Seeing Capes from day to day made a bright eventfulness that hampered her in the course she had resolved to follow.
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