"Who is it?" "He didn't give his name, Sir," replied the maid; "but he's a young gentleman. She throws a sort of spell over us all. I'm a slave to my word. It was not due to shyness: it was the inherent instinct of the Woman, a protective fear that she must retain some elements of mystery in order to hold the interest of the male. She would flee to the wild fastnesses, the places where there were no overarching systems of any use, where she could blend with the unstable populace and kill in relative peace. “Let’s go.
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