He pulled rein at the sight of her, saluted, and regarded her with his rather too protuberant eyes. Her cheeks burned for a moment or two when she reached the street, although she held her head upright and walked blithely, even humming to herself fragments of an old French song. He had tossed an honoured name into the mire; he required no prison bars to accentuate this misery.
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