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Her Prairie Knight
would be white by comparison. Do get in, so we can start! I'm tired to death, and half-starved." After these unamiable remarks, she refused to open her lips.
They drove silently in the gray of early morning, and the empty barrels danced monotonously their fantastic jig in the back of the wagon. Sooty-faced cowboys galloped wearily over the prairie before them, and Sir Redmond rode moodily alongside.
Of a truth, the glamour was gone.
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