And through it all, like a golden thread on a piece of tapestry, weaving in and out of the patterns, the unspoken longing for love. "I'm armed; you are not. But if he's in bed, how the devil is he going with me, supposing I decide to hire him? The mudhook comes up to-morrow night. It had been easy to steal. To-morrow he might be sorry; but to-day, this hour! She rose, not quickly, but with a dignity which only accentuated her beauty.
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