“Indeed,” she said, “I would not. No hair to fall awry, no powder to displace, no ruffles to crush; men are lucky. ’ ‘Damn you, I should have beaten you,’ Gerald swore, holding fast to his corner of the little square of linen. “It was poison—why not?” she answered. " "What say you, Sir?" said the Amazon, with an engaging leer at the stranger. I’ve got no feminine class feeling.
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