’
Looking round, she found the little coterie of soldiers crowded into the
passage behind them. ‘I do not understand you. A little Madeira seemed to recover her enough to resume the discussion. ”
“It is over for now,” he answered, “but I cannot bear to think that you are subject
to this sort of thing. She could not apply it in this
instance because she was not sure the application would be correct. For
a long time neither spoke again. The skies became brilliant; the dry monsoon was setting in. Her
white shirt was mired with a central bloodstain, his pants
caked with mud. ‘Something in that, missie. "
"Ha!" exclaimed Trenchard, starting, "is he so highly born?"
"This letter will inform you," replied Wild, placing a document in his hand. She laughed softly, and leaned
across the table.
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