He thrust the smaller weapon into a scabbard that hung from his belt. ‘That is what she wants, is it?’ ‘Do you blame her?’ he said stiffly. “Why should I bear the burden of your wickedness? Who knows what might come of it? I shall permit nothing of the sort. She got up, as she had been told to do, at his appearance, and he amazed her by sitting down, according to custom, on her stool. Not a job he may care about; but he's a good sport. Perhaps I ought to have let you order the dinner, but I think I got through it pretty well. “How could he call except in your absence, as you are never at home in the afternoon.
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