“So it seems that I was wrong. I don't care how lonesome it is. ’ ‘That’s odd. ‘Was you following, too, miss?’ ‘Certainly I was following. “What’s odd?” “Oh, everything!” She shivered, and went to the fire and poked it. She finished the olive and looked up. "I'm at your mercy, Poll," rejoined Kneebone, abjectly. The stretch of red dirt disappeared into a stretch of trees like Van Gogh’s painting. ” She looked at him with fluttering eyelids—sweetly grateful.
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