The gharry rolled and careened like a dory in a squall.

A dozen times Bruce and Kathlyn were flung together, and quite unconsciously she caught hold of his lean, strong brown hand.

It would not be true to say that he was unconscious of the act.
Presently they entered the paved streets of the bazaars, and the going improved.

Kathlyn leaned back.
"I am Kathlyn Hare, and this is the year.

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