That was all: she straightened herself, withdrew herself gently, stepped across the threshold out into the fading sunset light. He followed, locked the rear door from outside. “We’ll run you over to Loveless Land first,” he said. Her hand touched his and one of her fingers linked itself with his as they walked together down to the dock where _The Moccasin_ lay. “All set!” cried Dirck from the engine pit. “Sis, we’re going out to give them a razzle!” The girl leaned down over the dock: “I want you to promise me to d…
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