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‘Shall we abandon the guard, then, sir?’ ‘Certainly not. The dusky obscurity of the room was twice welcome. She bussed his cheek with her small lips as he stood by the open door, and exited alone towards the sleeping house. Keep it! Keep it!” Part 6 They walked a long way that afternoon. “Girls of sixteen do not need their own laundry hampers. Her white shirt was mired with a central bloodstain, his pants caked with mud. A man's laced hat,—whether adopted from the caprice of the moment, or habitually worn, we are unable to state,—cocked knowingly on her head, harmonized with her masculine appearance.
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