acquaintances
whom the
Ogdens
also knew,
and she
often
brought
them into
the
conversation.
For it may
be said, I
think,
that she
was
fighting a
battle –
nay, a
campaign.
And
perhaps
this was a
hopeful
sign for
the
Virginian
(had he
but known
it), that
the girl
resorted
to allies.
She
surrounded
herself,
she
steeped
herself,
with the
East, to
have, as
it were, a
sort of
counteractant
against
the spell
of the
black-haired
horse man.
And his
