Their chit-chat stopped when they reached the bench. It had ceased raining, but the atmosphere was moist and chill, and the ground deluged by the recent showers. “What? She replied, still hazy. Womanhood is sacred to me. ‘I am not a murderer. "One of us has got to die," he panted. It’s all right. The slack of her ridinghabit and full under-petticoats was gathered into her left hand, and her booted ankles were visible as she held the skirts well out of her way.
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