‘One of your countrymen, perhaps?’ The girl clammed up, the moon of her white face staring up at him in the darkness. He made it more and more evident to her that her proper course was not to earn a salary but to accumulate equipment. " Her attitude now entirely sisterly, he ceased to be afraid of her; there was never anything in her eyes (so far as he could see) but friendly interest in all he said or did. "Old Morgan the trader," she explained, "used to save me Tit-Bits. His diminutive hand flew out from behind his back like a wounded bird. The cold air gave her gooseflesh under her red brocade dress as she slipped outside.
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