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The laugh which checked Vandermere in his first intention of following Lois and Saton up the field, was scarcely a mirthful effort. Saton had bent toward his companion, and his tone had been almost threatening.
"You must not look at anyone like that while I am with you," he said. "You must not look as though you were frightened of me. You must seem amused. You must laugh."