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"You are," I cried, with conviction, "the bravest, the most -- er -- the bravest woman I ever knew! " I heaved a little sigh, but this time of content. "For I wonder," said I, in my soul, "if you have any idea what a beauty you are! what a wonderful, unspeakable beauty you are! Oh, you are everything that men ever imagined in dreams that left them weeping for sheer happiness -- and more! You are -- you, and I have held you in my arms for a moment; and, before high heaven, to repurchase that privilege I would consent to the burning of three or four more hotels and an odd city or so to boot! " But, aloud, I only said, "We are quite safe now, you know."
She laughed, bewilderingly. "I suppose," said she, "the next thing is to find a trapdoor."