The touch of his lips neither thrilled nor alarmed her, because the eyes that looked into hers were clean. Away in London even now Capes was packing and preparing; Capes, the magic man whose touch turned one to trembling fire. From time to time the man below would shout, and the boy would let the threads go with the snap of a harpist, only to recover them instantly. “I refuse.
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