Jonathan, however, was nowhere to be seen. “And where,” he asked, “are my rivals?” “Deserters,” she answered, laughing. Here and there, a rectangular patch, darker than the rest, showed that some had been removed. The elastic spirits of youth resumed their sway; and, before the coach stopped, his tears had ceased to flow. ‘I can’t help but be sure,’ he returned shortly. Not only that, but he carried himself erect— the slight slouch which had bent his shoulders had altogether disappeared.
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