" "I was sure you wouldn't injure me, Captain," remarked Quilt, in a wheedling tone, while he felt about for his sword; "you're far too brave to strike a fallen man. “What a little brick!” he murmured. “Are you cold?” He asked her, cocking his head to one side like a puppy, so close that the heat of his words warmed her cheek. There was the same airy grace of movement, the same deep brown hair and alabaster skin. And I’ve read, and thought, and guessed, and looked—until MY innocence—it’s smirched.
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