I want to make you feel that here is a place where the crowd does not clamor nor ill-winds blow. ” His fingers touched hers for a moment under the ledge of the box. Jack's complexion was that of a gipsy; Darrell's as fresh and bright as a rose. That Capes should love her seemed beyond the compass of her imagination. .
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