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" "Confusion!" thundered Wild. Forgive me if a certain warmth creeps into my words! The Park is green and gray to-day, but I am glowing pink and gold. Somehow to-night—I don’t know. It isn’t law, nor custom, nor masculine violence settled that. If the Wastrel had not turned the instant he did, the ball would have missed him; as it was he turned directly into its path. She gazed steadily out of the window at that arc of glittering lights. As it was feared that some mischief would ensue, Wild volunteered, if he were allowed a small body of men, to ride forward to Tyburn, and keep the ground clear until the arrival of the prisoner. “Maternity,” she said, “has been our undoing.
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