All through that brief but measureless space of time during which wonder kept him silent, as fear did her, she cowered there, a limp helpless object. "But to drag this innocent child into the muck! With her head full of book nonsense—love stories and fairy stories! Have you any idea of the tragedy she is bound to stumble upon some day? I don't care about you. Posts were offered to all who chose to accept them. But as Rowland sprang to the helm, and gave the signal for pursuit, a roar like a volley of ordnance was heard aloft, and the wind again burst its bondage. The stretch of red dirt disappeared into a stretch of trees like Van Gogh’s painting.
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