" Neither man spoke. ‘Oh, dearie me, you make me feel a traitor. "And who is this Van Gal—Gal—what's his outlandish name?" "Van Galgebrok," replied the widow. He sat back in an easy chair with a hand upon each of the elbows, and looked steadfastly into the fire. The room was intimate and wonderful to her with its shadows now cast over the girlish menagerie of stuffed animals. But what the deuce! He was human; he was a machine only when on the hunt. “Only it is much too late for you to be out alone.
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