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"Let's talk," she said, and for a time they were both tongue-tied.
Mr. Polly's literary proclivities had taught him that under such circumstances a strain of gallantry was demanded. And something in his blood repeated that lesson.
"You make me feel like one of those old knights," he said, "who rode about the country looking for dragons and be