Anna lets the deception continue and has to bear the burden of her sister’s reputation which, in Paris at any rate, is that of being a coquette. "My horse is at the door, saddled, with pistols in the holsters,—mount him and fly. He could imagine it even if he could not feel it. She smiled mechanically at the audience, holding her violin limply, feeling the hot lights on her made-up face. But, suppose I've no place to lock 'em up in, how then?" Quilt looked a little perplexed.
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