“You are my friend,” she said, “if any one is. You are the High Priestess of Life. She was clad in fresh linen, but still wore the riding-habit she had appropriated, having sponged out the spots of blood late last night and left it to dry in the kitchens. Even this man-hunting machine was willing to grant the boy his honeymoon. ’ ‘No, I won’t.
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