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The stretch of red dirt disappeared into a stretch of trees like Van Gogh’s painting. At least—’ ‘Don’t be more of a lunatic than you can help,’ broke in the captain, addressing himself to Melusine. ’ ‘You always were an old sobersides, even as a boy,’ retorted the major, who was close on thirty now, yet as ripe for excitement as he had been on receiving his first commission at sixteen. There was a strip of old rose brocade in the making that set an ache in the girl's heart for the want of it. I miss them so. He was asleep. Ennison too, always handsome and debonnair, seemed transported out of his calm self.
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