A woman touched him lightly on the arm, and smiled into his face. If I am to die in the attempt, then so be it. She was clad in fresh linen, but still wore the riding-habit she had appropriated, having sponged out the spots of blood late last night and left it to dry in the kitchens. She had thought—What had she thought? That this dependence of women was but an illusion which needed only to be denied to vanish. ’ ‘You ain’t never!’ ‘Back to your post, Trodger,’ ordered the harassed captain.
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