“No, no,” she cried. Wood strained his eyes to catch a glimpse of the flying skiff. “It does not appear to me,” he said, stiffly, “to be an affair for jests. A feeling of inexplicable awe crept over the carpenter as the sounds died away. “That,” she answered, “is far easier to believe. ‘Please to sit, monsieur. A good woman’s mind has angels with flaming swords at the portals to keep out fallen thoughts.
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