I don't care how lonesome it is. She climbed back into the window an hour before sunrise. She liked the high, easy swing of the thing over its big wheels, the quick clatter-patter of the horse, the passage of the teeming streets. ‘There was a priest, the father confessor, you understand. And the fact that it was dressed in riding gear had fooled her into thinking it was her own image. " "How did you escape?" asked Sheppard, who, as he shook off his slumber, began to recall the events of the previous night. Cathy Beck was outraged.
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