Chapter VI A QUESTION OF IDENTIFICATION The little man with the closely-cropped beard and hair looked at her keenly through his gold eye-glasses. Ten days should see you on your feet. It was painful to want him so much. Once he had managed to stake his claim, she would have all to do to prove her identity and win it back. Out of the beaten track, far from the trails of men! He relaxed. He was brooding over her, she could sense it, and the shadowy circles around his lovely dark eyes bespoke a terrible ongoing insomnia. I can’t. It’s on the horse.
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