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worship you----" "Let me go!" she cried shrilly, struggling against him.

"Let me go--you promised it!" He released her, drawing slowly back, his arms falling unwillingly away from her.
"Oh, yes," he muttered confusedly.

"I did promise." The instant she felt his grip relax, Magda sprang forward and switched on the centre burners, flooding the room with a blaze of light, and in the sudden glare she and Davilof stood staring silently at each other.
With the springing up of the lights it was as though a spell had broken.
The strained, hunted expression left Magda's face.