9. “When can we be alone together?” She asked him, never loosening her grip. Usually his charges bored him with their interrogative chatter, for he knew that his information more often than not went into one ear and out of the other. Maggot was equipped in a light blue riding-habit, trimmed with silver, a hunting-cap and a flaxen peruke, and, instead of a whip, carried a stout cudgel. All her tender lures, inherent and acquired, had shattered themselves futilely against the reserve he had set between them. “I don’t know why. She did not open the Bible but laid it on the edge of the bed, knelt and rested her forehead upon the worn leather cover. But it strikes me there's a nigger in the woodpile somewhere, as you Yankees say. Her heart was beating with quite unaccustomed vigour, her hands were hot, she was conscious of a warmth in her blood which the summer sunshine was scarcely responsible for. "I must see him to-night. “Indeed, no,” he answered.
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