Fame of any sort was folly and she knew better. "She wouldn't let me go. He waited for an instant, wasting an encouraging smile in the imperfect light, and then shut the doors of the van, leaving the women in darkness. "Give me till to-morrow," implored she, "and if I can bring myself to part with him, you shall have him without another word. She rode him gently.
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