” “She’s coming on,” said Capes. He came to her and stood before her, waiting, the morning light dazzling his eyes. The eyes, too, though large and bright, and shaded by long lashes, seemed to betoken, as hazel eyes generally do in men, a faithless and uncertain disposition. She had heard the trader utter it many times. The air was crisp and dry. This time she was indeed beaten. Or did he? Perhaps he had found another. “And you?” “Same thing. ” “I do want to tell you things, nevertheless. I’ve had my time and lost my chances.
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