"My horse is at the door, saddled, with pistols in the holsters,—mount him and fly. What else could one say? I left him to suppose—a registry perhaps. “I’ve been thinking of you all night,” she answered. What a frightened fool he was! If he could not remember her name, it was equally possible that already she had forgotten his. I am sorry to seem to hurt you, but all I say is for your good. I want you to hold me and have me SO.
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