At the end of two long lines of foot-guards stood the cart with a powerful black horse harnessed to it. She gave me an impression of a sort of patched quilt; little bits of patterned stuff coming up again and again. ’ The lady sighed and spread her hands. 'But I don't desire to spoil sport,—not I. "It won't do to betray the officer," he muttered. Then a roar of hisses.
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