Sydney was strumming over a new song which stood upon the piano. "Eggs for me! You mistake, child. Above the work-table was a drop-light—kerosene. No matter what happened, whether the road smoothed out or became still rougher, he would always be carrying this secret with him; and each time he recalled it, the rack. Here, indeed, was a type with which he had never until now come into contact—a natural woman.
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