“I mean to go to that dance! I meant to reason with you, but you won’t reason. You are not with the Kent militia, are you?’ ‘West Kent, yes. She took the piece of paper and unfolded it in the safety of her lap. Please tell me what your terms are. ‘Beg pardon, miss, but I’m told as how—’ She broke off, her eyes widening, her jaw dropping open. Nothing more forlorn could be conceived. How's that strike you?" "Very well, sir. ’ ‘Then you will die at the hands of the canaille. Instead of which they walked sharply.
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