Another horn now resounded from the further extremity of the thoroughfare; this was answered by a third; and presently a fourth, and more remote blast, took up the note of alarm. Attempt to molest me, and I split. There was the same airy grace of movement, the same deep brown hair and alabaster skin. “Did I do something wrong?” He asked. This was David Courtlaw, whose ways, too, had never been very different from the ways of other men as regards her sex.
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