He had almost forced himself upon her one night after a particularly bloody raid of a thatched cottage. They were a dull grey, but the dark frizzed hair that framed her face was attractive. "Who is it?" "He didn't give his name, Sir," replied the maid; "but he's a young gentleman. ” He kissed her, and handed her into the carriage. They were the same. He did not look up, so he did not know that in her other hand she held a glass of wine. "You don't recollect me, I presume?" premised the stranger, taking a seat.
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