But
these Corsairs are known to be dangerous, and it would not be wise that
she should sacrifice any future prospect of importance on behalf of a
feeling, which, no doubt, was founded on poetry, but which might too
probably have no possible beneficial result. As far as she knew, the
Corsair had not even an island of his own in the Aegean Sea. And, if he
had, might not the island too probably have a Medora or two of its own? In
a ride across the country the Corsair was all that a Corsair should be;
but knowing, as she did, but very little of the Corsair, she could not
afford to throw over her cousin for his sake. As she was leaving the
drawing-room she managed to say one word to her cousin. "You were not
angry with me because I got Lord George to ride with me instead of you?"
"Angry with you?"
"I knew I should only be a hindrance to you."
"It was a matter of course. He knows all about it, and I know nothing. I
am very glad that you liked it so much."
"I did like it; and so did you. I was so glad you got that poor man's
horse. You were not angry then?" They had now passed across the hall, and
were on the bottom stair.
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