The Golden Snare by James Oliver Curwood

Bram stood like a living creature turned suddenly into dead stone. His eyes had left philip's face and were fixed on the woven tress of shining hair for the first time. The lines in his heavy face softened, and his thick lips lost some of their cruelty as he held up the snare before his eyes so that the light played on its sheen of gold. Still, this strange man made no spoken sound as he coiled the silken thread around one of his great fingers and then placed it somewhere inside his coat. This libro vox recording is in the public domain.

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