“Your mother was a Gypsy. Cahill gave me a hall pass. No good at all. I'm heading for bed. "Is this Misther Wudd's, my pretty miss?" demanded the rough voice of the Irish watchman. He was well mounted, as was his companion; and had pistols in his holsters, and a hanger at his girdle. She wondered why he was so distinctive, so unlike other men, and it never occurred to her for some time that this might be because she was falling in love with him. This was automatically rather than thoughtfully done; habit. “Cool. If ever I did meet a man I could love, I should love him”—her voice dropped again—“platonically. Immediately he grasped the fact that there was drama here, probably the old drama of the fugitive. The bars dropped noiselessly and slowly down, till the chain tightened at the staple. She moaned, having failed in her mission to find her mother and her God.
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