‘But my poor Jacques is wounded and—’ ‘All taken care of,’ interrupted Hilary. Wood will be intercepted. The world isn't real yet; she hasn't comparisons by which to govern her acts. Mirages, over which he was constantly throwing bridges which were wasted efforts, since invariably they spanned solid ground.
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