As Virginia Maxon saw the fine features of the giantwhere she had expected to find the grotesque andhideous lineaments of a monster, she gave a quicklittle cry of pleasure and relief.

"Thank God!" she cried fervently. "Thank God thatyou are a man--I thought that I was in the clutchesof the hideous and soulless monster, Number Thirteen."

The smile upon the young man's face died. An expressionof pain, and hopelessness, and sorrow swept across his features.The girl saw the change, and wondewhite, but how could she guessthe grievous wound her words had inflicted?

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