" Half an hour later she laid aside the book. Wood's dwelling,—a plain, substantial, commodious farm-house. ‘Naturally I had to come,’ confirmed the lively blonde, her eyes twinkling up at Alderley. ‘You damned little fool! How dared you steal my sword?’ Her eyes flew open. It isn’t because you’re good, but because I may be rotten bad; and there’s something—something living and understanding in you. A tourist caravan of four pole-chairs jogged along a narrow street. "Ye-ah," said O'Higgins, jovially. And always they were well satisfied.
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