Come, Miss Yorke, no woman could have been pluckier than you.

Don't fail us now." The gloom was deepening momentarily.

Hozier's back was turned to the entrance, and, in the ever-growing darkness, she was unable to see his face; but his anxious protest in no wise deceived her; she even smiled again at the ruse that attempted to saddle her with some measure of responsibility for the success or failure of the raid.
"If I promise to eat--and drink this sour wine--will you be candid ?" she asked.
"Well----" "One must bargain.

There is no other way.

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