Manning,” she said, “I HAVE a confession to make. She walked straight across to the wardrobe and opened it. ‘Hilary, thank God! Have you a pistol about you? Or better yet, your sword. ‘Not at all ladylike. She said as much to him. See? Down we should rush in a foam—in a cloud of snow—to flight and a dream. Every now and then she fingered an ornament, moved a piece of furniture, or rearranged some draperies. She got up and unlocked the door.
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