I wavered betwixt duty and over-politeness: a compromise offered itself.

"Lady," said I, approaching her, and looking as seriously as I could

into her beautiful eyes, "if you give me your word that you are _not a

spy_, you are free to go: your word--I ask nothing more."

I prescribed these conditions rather in a tone of entreaty than command.

I affected sternness, but my countenance must have mocked me.

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