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Chapter ix. The Defeat of the Major.-2
“Yes?” he said, with a patient bow and a submissive smile. “You were going to say —” “I was going to say,” I rejoined, “that your promise only pledges you not to tell the secret which my husband is keeping from me. You have given no promise not to answer me if I venture to ask you one or two questions.” Major Fitz–David held up his hand warningly, and cast a sly look at me out of his bright little gray eyes. “Stop!” he said. “My sweet friend, stop there! I know where your questions will lead me, and what the result will be if I once begin to answer them. When your husband was here to-day he took occasion to remind me that I was as weak as water in the hands of a pretty woman. He is quite right. I am as weak as water; I can refuse nothing to a pretty woman. Dear and admirable lady, don’t
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