” She stopped short. She pushed at the closer of the two soldiers bearing the precious burden. He had meant to be master of his fate that evening and it had escaped him altogether. "The poor young man!" she said. ” “Nice clean hardness, anyhow. He had, he felt, to create certain ideas and vivify certain curiosities and feelings in her. But it was extraordinary what seemingly irrelevant things could restore her to the thought of Capes again. Had she said the words aloud? He pulled her close and she nuzzled her head on his chest. Wood, whose admiration for masculine beauty was by no means abated, glanced at the well-proportioned figure of the young man, and made him a very civil salutation. Poor fellow! he sometimes indulges the hope of marrying you, when he grows old enough. ‘One of they Frenchies, that’s what I say—if it ain’t a ghost.
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