He growled in his throat and, thrusting his coat open, revealed his own buckled sword-belt. He read but little, and that chiefly healthy light fiction with chromatic titles, The Red Sword, The Black Helmet, The Purple Robe, also in order “to distract his mind. “We have been all this time—Only your queer code of honor—Honor! Once you begin with love you have to see it through. ’ Still the girl said nothing.
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