‘Well, I can see you won’t let it alone, so what do you propose to do about the wench?’ ‘I’ll die before I let it alone,’ Gerald vowed. He brightened as she took off her hood. The girl was in the game now, and that narrowed the circle. The oaken beam, nine inches in thickness, was now the sole but most formidable obstacle to his flight. The sun was rising, illuminating the trees in black as if they were drawn in ink. The next morning came a compact letter from her father.
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