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The manner in which Kent stared at Marette Radisson after her announceers who had planned his escape ht afterward, little less than iers, he believed He had called him a coward and a backslider In histo raise his hopes to the highest pitch, only to sers had been planning this! Kent began to grin The thing was clear in a moht it was But there were questions--one, ten, a hundred of theue, questions that had little or nothing to do with Kedsty He saw nothing now but Marette

She had begun to take down her hair It fell about her in wet, shiningto her face, her neck, her shoulders and arms, and shrouded her slender body to her hips, lovely in its confusion Little drops of water glistened in it like dia to the floor It was like a glowing coat of velvety sable beaten by stor it out in clouds, and aKent in the face He forgot Fingers He forgot Kedsty His brain fla nearness of her It was the thought of her that had inspired the greatest hope in hi River, that had given his And now time and space had taken a leap backward She was not four or five hundredquest ahead of hi the wet fro it out noith her back toward hi no word, looking at her, the demands of the ireat fight that lay ahead pounded within hiers had planned She had executed It was up to him to finish

He saw her, not as a creature to win, but as a priceless possession Her fight had now becoainst thenear hi world His blood leaped with the old fighting fire They were going tonight; they ht! Why should they wait? Why should they waste time under Kedsty's roof when freedo? He watched the swift movements of her hand, listened to the silken rustle of the brush as it s hair Bewilderht inside him