\" Mike retorted churlishly. Suddenly, she heard the crunch of new feet on the gravel. "Allow him that small grace," cried Wood. The brightness Capes had diffused over the world glorified even his rival. The chance had gone. He had not had time to aim the pistol. ’ Her flesh crept. I must tell somebody—and you would understand. If individuality means anything it means breaking bounds— adventure. Some one may observe us.
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