" As he spoke, the door of the round-house was opened, and a stout man, with a lantern in his hand, presented himself at the threshold. . Then he got up and left her. " "Mr. Sheppard, sinking backwards upon the pallet. ’ ‘Damn you, I should have beaten you,’ Gerald swore, holding fast to his corner of the little square of linen. ‘Good God!’ uttered Roding. Wild never was the associate of thieves. ” Anna smiled very faintly. This is altogether insupportable. But you——” Something seemed to catch his breath. She was sore with the perplexities of her preposterous position. What was it in her heart or mind or soul that went out to this man? Music—was that it? Was he powerless to stir her without the gift? But hadn't he fascinated her by his talk, gentle and winning? Ah, but that had been after he had played for her. “Very sexy. ’ ‘Well for him,’ remarked Captain Roding.
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