Above the work-table was a drop-light—kerosene. Her mouth dry, she made her feet walk on, not daring to utter a word. His letter of credit; probably that was it; and, observing the strangeness of the room he was in, his first concern on returning to consciousness would naturally relate to his letter of credit. The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky.
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