He leaned back in a low chair, and watched her graceful movements, the play of her white hands as she bent over some wonderful machine. Again he played for her; and again the eruption of the strange senses that lay hidden in her soul. He's coming. "You've been quizzing my friend Kent, I perceive, in your Burlington Gate. I'm almost sorry I've sworn to hang you.
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