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Gilbert had spoken on the spur of the moment. Why, he could not tell, save that there was something in the look of the two, men that he liked.
And they did not shrink from him now. On the contrary, they regarded him with sympathy. He made rather a striking picture too, standing with his head thrown back, a look of defiance on his face. Winifred had crossed to the side of her lover, and her arm was drawn affectionately through his. David Delamere permitted himself a grim smile.