E. For freedom at least. “Yes,” she answered, looking away. And she buried herself beneath the straw, which she tossed above her head with the wildest gestures. "But I wish her hand had been as deadly as yours. Pause. They all balk because there aren't any petticoats. He died when I was. She had, poor inexperienced fool, given herself away.
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