[Illustration: He tried to swing her to the pommel, but she fought herself free and came to the ground and was almost trampled.] Then the big door swung back as if of itself. Marie Louise had felt that she would scream if she were kept a moment outside. The luxury of simply wishing the gate ajar gave her a fairy-book delight enhanced by the pleasant deference of the footman, whose face seemed to be hung on the door like a Japanese mask.…
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