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His voice was low,but the fire in his yellow eyes warned Tromp Bierman that he meant everyword. Moisture sparkled on her cheeks. s at the adjacent tables; the band began to play tooloudly and the dancers became feverish in their exertions. And now a new threat had been thrust upon them: the threat of separationwhich grew more menacing with each mile of road that fell behind them.

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