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"Don't," said I, not looking at her; "don't thank me till--we are

out of the wood"

"I think," she went on slowly, "that you--can guess fro of ratitude,

for I can never express it all"

"Indeed," said I, "indeed you overestimate my service"

"You risked your life for , "surely my thanks are due to you for that? And I do

thank you--froesture,

she stretched out her hands to me For a brief moment I

hesitated, then seized them, and, drew her close But, even as I

stooped above her, she repulsed me desperately; her loosened hair

brushed my eyes and lips--blinded, les ceased

"Sir Maurice Vibart!" she panted, and I saw a hopeless terror in

her face But the Daemon's jovial voice chuckled in my ear: "Ho, Peter Vibart, act up to your cousin's reputation; who's to

know the difference?" My arhtened about her, then I loosed

her suddenly, and, turning, sainst a

tree; which done, I stooped and picked up my hat and blackthorn

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