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GREATER LOVE HATH NO MAN
They were staring into each other's faces—to hers rushed a crimson flood—to his there came the whiteness of death.
Neither spoke. Then Varge looked away.
"I have told them my name was Peters," he said simply—and waited.
Her hand touched his arm. The blue eyes looked full into his.
"Your name is Peters," said Janet Rand.
A hearty smack fell across his back.
"Come along with us, matey," cried the captain of the crew, "an' we'll have you tucked up in a jiffy snug as a bug in a rug."
