He was perhaps forty-five years of age. The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured elsewhere. The conflict was of short duration; for Shotbolt was no match for his athletic antagonist. I want you to think of me just as if I was a man, and quite outside marriage altogether.
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