" "Would you like to have me read to you?" He did not answer. “That’s what you’re going to wear. ‘But a spy I am not. "My horse is at the door, saddled, with pistols in the holsters,—mount him and fly. The honey on his tongue turned to ashes. He was always drawing contrasts between a woman’s lot and a man’s, and treating her as a wonderful new departure in this comparison.
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