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"If she would rather not talk to me," Sara thought, "I will keep out of her way.
"I'd rather go through the wood," said Cecil, with that subdued irritation that she had noticed in him all the afternoon.
Looking up, he saw a ball of fire running along a yardarm near the top of the mast.
"This much, Tars Tarkas, you may do for me in return for the friendship that, I must confess, I feel for you."
