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He held out his paltn. She put her foot into it, laid her hand on the pommel, and rose to the saddle airily as a bird. Sir Launcelot pranced and curveted, then sped southward down Prairie Avenue.
A BLOODLESS BATTLE. An hour later, at home in her own room, her habit exchanged for a soft, clinging neglige, her Spanish riding-boots for New port slippers, Vella lay on the lounge, still pale from the shock of the morning's episode. Her maid entered ; in her hand an enor mous bouquet of choice hot-house flowers.
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