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I could not divine what there was ridiculous about me, except a certain damage to my dress, of which she could not possibly be aware as long as I remained in the saddle. Yet plainly she wanted to laugh. I made it as plain that I did not.

"Nor no woman?" I asked, and again across the back of my neck my two companions gazed at each other.

On the crest of a ridge we slackened speed and my fellow-traveller lifted her veil and asked exultantly what those two splendid stars were that overhung yonder fringe of woods so low and so close to each other. The less brilliant one, I said, the red one, was Mars.

"Yes." She stooped low under the interlacing boughs and plunged with me into the double darkness.

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

"They were neither of them present, Lieutenant; that hand was Miss Coralie Rothvelt's."

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