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will, forgive me. I am a man. I could not help myself. Forgive me, and I
promise you--"
"
"
How can I trust you?"
Try me. I can assure you--"
She regarded him distrustfully.
"At any rate, ride on with me now. Surely we have been in the shadow of
this horrible bridge long enough."
"
Oh! let me think," she said, half turning from him and pressing her
hand to her brow.
"
THINK! Look here, Jessie. It is ten o'clock. Shall we call a truce
until one?"
She hesitated, demanded a definition of the truce, and at last agreed.
They mounted, and rode on in silence, through the sunlight and the
heather. Both were extremely uncomfortable and disappointed. She was
pale, divided between fear and anger. She perceived she was in a scrape,
and tried in vain to think of a way of escape. Only one tangible thing
would keep in her mind, try as she would to ignore it. That was the
quite irrelevant fact that his head was singularly like an albino
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