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 Unless what?

Nothing, she responded, turning her head away to gaze at a great castle that reared its towers on the rocks above the road.

How fast can this car go? was her next question.

I don't know, he replied carelessly. I suppose sixty or seventy miles an hour.

O! Are we driving that fast now?

We'd be arrested for speeding if we were.

How fast are we driving?

I suppose about twenty miles. Paul yawned. He made a mental vow never to undertake the seduction of another moron.

O, is that all? Tell him to drive sixty miles.

Do you want to spend the night in jail?

Why, Paul, how can you ask me such a thing? I don't believe you think I'm nice.

A suspicious tremor in her voice alarmed her escort.

Wintergreen, he explained hastily, there are laws against speeding. If we drove faster we might be arrested. That is all I meant.

Wintergreen was pacified, but not convinced. She appeared to be deliberating.

Who would arrest us? she demanded, after a pause.

Policemen are stationed along the road for that purpose.

She looked about her. I don't see any policemen, she announced, incredulous.