"You mean we'll strip the trees, Jack?" exulted Sward.,
"Oh, madam, my dearest madam," exclaimed the Admiral in a voice broken with feeling, "how am I to thank you? What words do your angelic goodness leave me for the conveyance of my gratitude?",
They sat down on a mossy log. Her fingers brushed back his hair as her eyes sought vainly for marks or bruises..
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