“I was lonely. "My name will only be remembered as that of a robber," he mused; "but it shall be remembered as that of a bold one: and this night's achievement, if it does nothing else, shall prevent me from being classed with the common herd of depredators. “I should imagine,” he said, shaking out a copy of The Times, “that it is your brain which is addled. . . The wretch you confide in has sworn to hang you. One’s sense of proportion, battered out of all shape in the daily life of cities, reasserts itself. “It was great, Shari!” She replied the stars still in her eyes. By and by—as the paroxysm subsided and he became motionless—she stole back to the bungalow to wait. . ’ ‘You saw? Where were you? How did you see?’ ‘Your heroic milice are not as clever as they thought. “That is very nice of you,” she said. ‘Dear me.
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