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Her own sudden fright that had been aroused by Dart's headlong dash and piercing yell gave way to a peal of laughter. "Look here, Wanda," he said sharply. "On the level, that thing ain't deadly, is it? I been setting on it for half an hour, I know. It might have been biting me all the time, I'm so numb I wouldn't have felt it." She assured him, chokingly, that there was no cause for alarm.
"I'm going to wring Willie Dart's little neck the first thing when I get home," he said. "Look here, Wanda " "Oho!" Her brows lifted and she looked at him speculatively. "So there really is a Helga, is there?" But he was laughing again, again threatening to kiss her adorable red mouth if she did not behave and tell him all about herself.
You'd better get some breakfast in a hurry if you want any." "Breakfast?" moaned Dart weakly. "Good God, Mart. Don't say breakfast to me or I'll die." "What's the matter?" asked Martin roughly and suspiciously. "You weren't sick last night." He came closer to the huddled figure. Dart's hands were shaking, his face was as white as a sheet. "It came on sudden," he said faintly.
The three words she dragged out were so faint that perhaps none but Dart's strained ears heard them. "Wot price ME?" The soul of her was loosening fast and straining away, but Jinny Montaubyn followed it. "THERE IS NO DEATH," and her low voice had the tone of a slender silver trumpet. "In a minit yer 'll know in a minit. Lord," lifting her expectant face, "show her the wye."
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