At the end of two long lines of foot-guards stood the cart with a powerful black horse harnessed to it. ’ ‘But—’ ‘You’ll get her all over blood again. It had thrust her back with an undignified scuffle, with vulgar comedy, with an unendurable, scornful grin. “You are very kind to think of it,” she said, “but—don’t you think perhaps—that I had better not?” He smiled indulgently.
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