Outside the door stood one of the soldiers. Then as she lay very still, with her hands clinched and her black hair tumbled about her face, he came still closer and softly kissed the nape of her neck. It is no more a murder, but a duel, you understand. For a time it really seemed all-sufficient to her that she should love. "The danger's past," whispered Bess.
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