‘I do not know of whom you speak. Either ignorant of the accident, or heedless of it, the foremost horseman pursued his way without even turning his head. Unobserved, she knelt and kissed the threshold: for she knew what kisses were now. Giving him a wide berth, and keeping her pistol high, she made her way to the door and warily peered through it. He carried a cane and a silk hat with a mourning-band in one gray-gloved hand; his frock-coat and trousers were admirable; his handsome face, his black mustache, his prominent brow conveyed an eager solicitude. He felt no pain from this cowardly kick. He often wanted only to drive with her in the car, both of them staring at the scenery in silence for hours.
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