Ramage, regarding it and putting a well-booted
foot up on the bottom rail. Also, you must send someone to fetch my
horse—at least, it is not mine but I have borrowed it to come here—because it
will be dark very soon and—’
‘Woof! Hold it, hold it,’ begged the sergeant. ‘And that object
confirms me in the belief that it is not I who will shortly meet my maker. ’
‘I am not the imbecile you take me for,’ Gerald said with dangerous calm. Only three days. You’re trespassing again, and I’ve come to arrest you,’ Gerald
said promptly. This
was the body of a man, apparently lifeless, and stretched upon a mattress, with
his head bound up in a linen cloth, through which the blood had oosed. Why may I not be your friend? Somehow or other I feel
that you have been driven into a false position. He felt her warm
breath upon his cheek, the perfume of her hair as she leaned over him. She had a few acquaintances, English
gentlemen, but she lived with her sister—was a lady. After all there are other things. Any man
might have endeavoured to protect himself in this fashion, a man with no one to
care, with an unnameable terror at the thought (as if it mattered!) of being buried
in alien earth, far from the familiar places he loved.
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