So, bloody but unbeaten, weak and spent but undaunted, he waited for the Wastrel to spring up. Here she would find candy awaiting her, bits of ribbon, books. It was maddening to be made to feel that he was in any way the inferior of this cool, self-possessed young woman, whose eyes seemed for a moment to scintillate with scorn. Not content with this exhibition of her prowess, the Amazon lifted him up as easily as if he had been an infant, and placed him upon her shoulders, to the infinite delight of the company, and the increased distress of his mother. “You are afraid,” she said, “that the young man who thinks that he is my husband has upset me. ‘Oh, famous.
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