"Your sympathy is being wasted. Outside stood a
stocky, combat boot-clad girl of seventeen with a teased
mass of spiky bottle-black hair. She
refused to accept her fate, but what is it that she could do
about it? Night after night she invented alternatives. The dusky obscurity of the
room was twice welcome. Sheppard," rejoined Winifred
kindly. "My horse is at the
door, saddled, with pistols in the holsters,—mount him and fly. The soldiers! They must not find her here. ' That has always haunted me. He was always doing his best to call her attention to the fact
that he was a man of spirit and quality and experience, and she a young and
beautiful woman, and that all sorts of constructions upon their relationship were
possible, trusting her to go on from that to the idea that all sorts of relationships
were possible.
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