On the right were several mounted grenadiers: on the left, some half dozen javelin-men. Brendon’s had an awful stroke of luck. In each pause she could sense his growing trepidation. Why am I here—thirty years of loneliness? Because I know women, the good and the bad; and because I could not have the good, I would not take the bad.
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