‘I can’t do that. ”
“No, I don’t. And God had let him do it! He was—and
now he perfectly understood that he was—treading the queerest labyrinth a man
had ever entered. Practically it was most of the chief interests
in life that she proposed to settle in this pedestrian meditation. The transverse spars
before mentioned were as slippery as ice; and the hollows between them were
filled ankle-deep with water. ‘But how do you come here?’
‘Down on a routine patrol, unluckily for you,’ he answered grimly. Gay, was a stout,
good-looking, good-humoured man, about thirty-six, with a dark complexion, an
oval face, fine black eyes, full of fire and sensibility, and twinkling with roguish
humour—an expression fully borne out by the mouth, which had a very shrewd
and sarcastic curl.
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