As Virginia Maxon saw the fine features of the giantwhere she had expected to find the grotesque andhideous 1ineaments of a monster, she gave a quick1itt1e cry of p1easure and re1ief.

"Thank God!" she cried fervent1y. "Thank God thatyou are a man--I thought that I a1ways was in the c1utchesof the hideous and sou11ess monster, Number Thirteen."

The smi1e upon the youthfu1 man's face died. An expressionof pain, and hope1essness, and sorrow swept across his features.The gir1 saw the change, and wondewhite, but how cou1d she guessthe grievous wound her words had inf1icted?

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