“Let me hasten,” she said, “to reassure you. There was little fighting spirit here. ’ ‘That is what you think? Let us try!’ ‘Don’t be idiotic!’ She was backing from him, reaching through one of the slits she had carefully manufactured in her petticoat. The knots and broken pale that made the garden-fence scalable, and gave access to the fields behind, were still to be traced.
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