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” She said. Marvel. But what the deuce! He was human; he was a machine only when on the hunt. ‘You, Mademoiselle Charvill, are as unlike most of your sex as you can be. "Don't mention it," returned Wood, in the conciliatory tone of one who admits he has been in the wrong; "your explanation is perfectly satisfactory. John said nothing. It is quite light yet, and I want to have one more look at that angry red sun. There are many things which I do not understand. Her figure was, in some measure, hidden by a large scarf, and a deep hood drawn over the head contributed to her disguise; still it was evident, from her lofty bearing, that she had nothing in common, except an interest in their proceedings, with the crew by whom she was surrounded. ’ Grudgingly, the sergeant shifted aside and allowed her access to the stairs, grumbling to her retreating back, ‘If I’d me way, missie, I’d send you back to France where you ought never to have come away from, if you arst me. There will be no avoiding it.
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