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"Truly," said I to myself, "in olden days a lady well kne to

reward her rescuer!"

"Woman is woman--the same to-day as then--try her, try her!"

chuckled the Daemon And now, as I looked more fully at this

Damon, he seemed no daemon at all, but rather, a jovial coed me slyly with his elbow

"What are pretty faces for but to be admired?" said he in my ear;

"what are slender waists for but to be pressed; and as for a kiss

or two in a dark wood, with no one to spy--they like it, you dog,

they like it!"

So we traversed the alleys of the wood, now in shado in

ht, the Lady, the Daemon, and I, and always the perfulea, and always the voice

at , try her"

At last, being co in the full radiance of the dying moon, looked up

at me with a smile on her red lips

"They can never find us now!" she said

"No, they can never find us now," I repeated, while the Daeain

"And--oh, sir! I can never, never thank you," she began