She looked at him seriously. "You'd hurt me?"
Horace paused, and then said: “I think I was trying to frighten you when I said that."
"You didn't frighten me."
Horace suggested: "It would be nice if you would forget you ever saw me. Let me go."
The voice was suddenly sharp. “Why should I? You were going to rob me. If I let you go, you’ll only rob someone else. Society must be protected from men like you.”
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