"Quilt Arnold, is that you?" "It is, Sir," sputtered the janizary. “I do not think so. Her cheeks burned for a moment or two when she reached the street, although she held her head upright and walked blithely, even humming to herself fragments of an old French song. A crutch, with a silver handle, stood by her side, proving the state of extreme debility to which she was reduced.
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