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"Has he a taste for fiction?" I asked, with a depreciative smirk.

"Yess, sir, you are!" I retorted. "Move to that wagon! And if you take one step out of common time you'll never take another."

"Good-morning, Smith, who is your prisoner?"

We rode in silence while I tried to think what it must be to a woman of her warmth--of her impulsive energies--to be, week in, week out, month after month, besieged by that man's law-protected blandishments and stratagems. "I wish you would use me in her service every time there is a chance," I said.

"Gholson, if it isn't Ned Ferry's religion that's worrying you just now about him, what is it?"

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