I'll tote it myself. "
"Rely on me," rejoined Kneebone. Her eyes filled as she thought of him, the image of his laughing countenance
coming into her mind, to be swiftly followed by a vision of the blood running
from his cut hand. She was an indignant queen, no doubt she was
alarmed and disgusted within limits; but she was highly excited, and there was
something, some low adventurous strain in her being, some element, subtle at
least if base, going about the rioting ways and crowded insurgent meeting-places
of her mind declaring that the whole affair was after all—they are the only words
that express it—a very great lark indeed. ‘You were his daughter. I certainly didn’t mean to kiss you.
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