" "Thought so. ‘I’m a soldier, missie. ’ He looked the girl up and down. ‘Let’s see now. Yet her aunt, with a ringed hand flitting to her lips and a puzzled, worried look in her eyes, deaf to all this riot of warmth and flitting desire, was playing Patience—playing Patience, as if Dionysius and her curate had died together. . She got up, as she had been told to do, at his appearance, and he amazed her by sitting down, according to custom, on her stool. "Woman, your wits are fled!" And so it seemed; for all the answer she could make was to murmur distractedly, "I can't find the key. ‘Or do I arrest you and have these soldiers march you off to gaol?’ A sweep of his arm indicated the array of military strength on the benches, every eye of which was trained on the little scene being enacted before them. "'Odd's! bodikins!" cried Jack, rubbing his cheek, "I'm in luck to-day.
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