She sat on the edge of the bed —the wardress was too busy with the flood of arrivals that day to discover that she had it down—and her skin was shivering from the contact of these garments. "My horse is at the door, saddled, with pistols in the holsters,—mount him and fly. ” “I am very glad,” he answered, in a low tone. Armed, however, with the implement he had so fortunately obtained, he did not despair of success.
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