" "Why not?" "I am a thief, a hunted man. " No sooner had Wood crept through the window, than nature gave way, and he fainted. But after all, what did it matter whether she had secrets or not? To him she was not a woman but a symbol; and one did not investigate the antecedents of symbols. This was in Texas. “Are you speaking to me?” she asked calmly. She sat on the edge of the bed —the wardress was too busy with the flood of arrivals that day to discover that she had it down—and her skin was shivering from the contact of these garments.
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