Blackness was beginning to consume the cornfield. . But his gloom appeared to be occasioned by remorse, rather than sorrow. He removed his cockaded hat, putting it down between them as he sat at the other end, placing himself at an angle and, crossing his legs, leaned back at his ease, his eyes fixed on her face. What is it that you wish from me? You would like to arrest me for spying? Very well, arrest me.
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