The ring's yours, and you're mine. She had found that proof. The scent of cloying pine dust filled the air as floodlights shone eerily through the jungle gym of new wood. "If this document is correct," continued Wood, "and I am persuaded it is so,— you are as unfortunate as wicked. Before she put on her sun-helmet, she paused before the mirror.
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