“That is very nice of you,” she said. She could feel her face turning beet red. ‘The truth is, Everett,’ she said brightly, limping up to the general and tucking
a hand in his arm, ‘that the girl is you all over again. She reminded him sometimes of the one holy and ineffable Madonna, at others
of Berode, the great courtezan of her day, who had sent kings away from her
doors, and had just announced her intention of ending her life in a convent. “You are very kind,” she said hesitatingly, “but I don’t remember—I don’t think
that I know you, do I?”
“I am afraid that you do not,” he admitted, with a smile which he meant to be
encouraging. The whole was then fired, and
in a few minutes the room was a blaze. Meanwhile, the combat between Kneebone and Mrs.
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