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"No," I rejoined, "the first step would be the last."

"Doesn't a good story revive the poetry of our actual lives?" He wiped the rim of his cap with a handkerchief of yellow silk enriched at one corner with needlework.

"Mine is Smith," I said, and we galloped.

"I understand, General; they'll not get it."

I stiffened proudly, turned and mounted my steed, but her eyes drew mine. I pressed close, bent over the saddle-bow, and said, "Good-bye, Camille."

"I'm enjoying one advantage," she replied, "which you do not."

I laughed a gay disdain. "Who is Lucius; is he Charlotte's husband?"

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