“Damned Rascal!” he said. ’ ‘Indeed, I’m beginning to think so,’ he said ruefully. " And, having partaken of a hasty breakfast, he set out. The struggle had dislodged the white wimple, which was evidently too large for her, and her black hair broke free, whirling like a whiplash about her head as her hands curled into fists, coming up to beat at his chest, her little teeth bared for attack. . It had been her home for hundreds of years. It’s a tremendous blow, of course—but it doesn’t kill me. You won't have him long. Ah! but you can’t imagine what you are to me and what you mean to me! I suppose there is something mystical and wonderful about all women.
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