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Rills of perspiration tickled my back like flies. "Can't one man do the work?"

"You're tired!" murmured the voice beside me, and the wave rolled in again. I lifted my brow and moved one hand from hers to make room on it for my lips, but her fingers slipped away and alighted compassionately on my neck. "You must be one ache from head to foot!" she whispered.

"Yes." She stooped low under the interlacing boughs and plunged with me into the double darkness.

"Oh, no, no! I cannot let you!" She clutched the hand she had been stroking.

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