I gather you wish to go up in some fantastic get-up, wrapped about in your opera cloak, and that after the festivities you propose to stay with these friends of yours, and without any older people in your party, at an hotel. And I passed myself off as Meysey Hill, and since—then—I haven’t had a minute’s peace. The robbers proceeded singly, and kept on the grass skirting the road, so that no noise was made by their horses' feet. The children made us slaves, and the men took advantage of it. —Providence, I mean—HAS arranged it so that men will keep you, more or less.
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