But his grief was of short duration. Occasionally the flames would bend, twist and writhe crazily as the punka-boy bestirred himself. " He smiled at her as he smiled at death, cheerfully. " "Pray cease these compliments," returned Winifred, "and, if you have any communication to make, do not delay it. ‘Seems to me like you know just about as much as me. “Anna,” she cried, “you must believe me. ‘The wretch said nothing to anyone.
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