WHITEWASH
land. Height, five feet, eleven inches. Black eyes and eyebrows, auburn hair. Weight, about—let's see—a hundred and seventy—"
"Much more—two hundred."
"Two hundred! Nonsense!"
"My heart is so heavy."
"Don't be a bore."
"Am I a bore?"
She nodded.
"What must I do to amuse?"
"Oh, tell me anything that's interesting—tell me about yourself."
He sobered. "I have already told you too much."
She leaned toward him sweetly. "You can trust me. I am a woman who can keep a secret."
"I believe it," he answered, in the same grave tone. "Otherwise I never would have breathed a word of my mission here."
"You know," she continued, laying her hand on his arm, "I am with you in all sympathy. I understand your noble wish to help your people. If you had been a Nihilist I never could have listened to you with such confidence. But your
