" What alternative ! Am I not compelled to spend this
night in the saddle to recapture your brother, when I had
thought to lay my head on its pillow, with the happy con-
sciousness of having contributed to his release? You make
me seem your enemy ; I, who would cheerfully shed the last
drop of blood in your service. I repeat, Frances, it was
rash ; it was unkind ; it was a sad, sad mistake."

She bent toward him, and timidly took one of his hands.
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while with the other she gently removed the curls from his
burning brow.
