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252 "Joan!" he whispered again. "I oughtn't to, dear! I mustn't! I—God help me, I'm going to!"

He pressed his lips to hers, once—twice, and felt the kiss returned, and caught the little sigh as the form in his arms relaxed.

"My dear!" he murmured, and drew her more tightly to him until, on the instant, there came a gasp of alarm from her and, following the direction of her startled gaze, he saw a new danger confronting them.