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The Baron lifted his hands to shoas helpless against these blatant flirtations He leaned down and ood friend Williae of our hostess"

"I would certainly like to," said Sher h spirits "A covert caels!" Baron deStoeckl burst out "What of your reputation? What of hers?"

Sherer are we in? You will not repeat e say here, will you? I know Madame de Montalia will not, and neither will I, so where is the probleot up and strode to Madelaine’s side, purpose in every line of his body "Don’t preach to ood sense and prudence Not now Not here" With that, he caught her up in his ars flustered Madelaine; this unexpected dehly She felt her face redden, and when she could speak, she said, "What a burden you are ilanced at the Baron, about to apologize for the impropriety of it all when Sherman took her by the shoulders and nearly shook her

"Damn it, woman, I want someone to know" Sherman looked down into her eyes, and his sternness vanished He went on quietly "I want at least one man I can trust to see what I feel for you, so that I will be able to talk with him about what you mean to me when… this is over"

"When your wife returns," said Madelaine

"When you leave," said Sherman

Baron deStoeckl bowed to them "You may rely on my discretion," he promised them in French

San Francisco, 21 July

After an absence of sixteen days, Tecumseh has returned to s His e and deep and he undertook to followhe could build his passion before spending He was merry as a boy with a prize, and he roue finally overcame him When I woke him an hour before dawn, he was as refreshed as if he had passed a full night in sluood spirits when he left He proood reasons for us to be in one another’s coossip, which pleasedto live with such close scrutiny as attends on single women in this city I pointed out to hi, to which he replied that he is very good at strategy and swore he would relish the opportunity, thinking it worthy of his talents…

The warers of fog ca the hills from the west As they turned down the steep hill, the wind nipping at their backs, Sher, her horse off the estures that they could then dismount and put on their coats

"The Spanish call those two hills the Maiden’s Breasts," he said to her as he lifted her out of the sidesaddle under the trees He indicated the slope they had just descended "I like yours better" He took the reins fro oak branches, next to where his grey was tied