” “Where?” Courtlaw asked quickly. The little spot of rouge was vivid enough now by reason of this new pallor, which seemed to draw the colour even from her lips. " "A child!" thought Wood; it must be the fugitive Darrell. ’ ‘I do not marry a man who makes me a threat like this,’ she flashed. His lips parted in a rare smile. Section 3.
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