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Hugh Gaskell had been face to face with death too often with his life hanging on a mere thread to betray himself in that hectic moment. All the same, he had to clench his teeth hard to hold back the cry which almost tore itself from his lips. With a swift glance under his brows to make sure that nobody was in sight or hearing, he raised Connie to her feet and looked into her eyes with a perfectly blank expression.
"I hope you haven't hurt yourself," he said politely.