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My birthday was on May first. By this time Capes’ hair had bleached nearly white, and his skin had become a skin of red copper shot with gold. His foot touched the rounded edge of the starling, and glanced off, precipitating him into the water. The letter began: “MY DEAREST GIRL,—I cannot let you do this foolish thing—” She crumpled notes and letter together in her hand, and then with a passionate gesture flung them into the fire. Besides, she had admitted her identity. H’m.
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