The Flying Legion by George Allan England
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wraith of a smile. "Your acting has been perfection itself. And the
fortitude with which you have borne the discomfort of that mask for more than a week, to achieve your ends, cannot be too highly praised." "Thank you," she replied. "I would have stood _that_ a year, to be one of your Legion! But now--tell me! Isn't there any possibility of your reversing your decision?" "None, madam." "Isn't there anything I can say or do to--" "Remember, you told me just a minute ago you were not the type of woman who entreats!" CHAPTER XIII THE ENMESHING OF THE MASTER She fell silent, biting her full lip. Something in her eyes shamed the man. Not for all his inflexible sternness could he feel that he had come out a winner in this, their first encounter. A woman--one of the despised, ignored creatures--had deceived him. She had disobeyed his orders. She had flatly thrown down the gage of battle to him, that she would never leave _Nissr_ alive. And last, she had forced him into planning to disseminate falsehoods among his crew--falsehoods the |
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