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A Perilous Ride.
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"What shall I say to you?" whispered he, in a vibrating voice, as he bent his head to be near hers.

But the answer came back cold and clear, with a light laugh that chilled him to the soul:

"What shall you say? You had best say nothing, sir. I said what I did say but to save your life!"