She had never let off a pistol in her life. “For men have reason, women rhyme A man scores always, all the time. Hastening to the spot where he had tied his horse to a tree, he vaulted into the saddle, and rode off across the fields,—for he was fearful of encountering the hostile party,—till he reached the Edgeware Road. She untucked his starched shirt, running her hands along his smooth torso and underneath his arms.
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