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All along the wooden benches before it sat a profusion of soldiery, a collection of barbers in attendance, busily employed in replaiting and powdering their hair ready for a military review scheduled for this afternoon. Then she looked at her aunt, and traced with a curious eye the careful arrangement of her hair, her sharp nose, the little drooping lines of mouth and chin and cheek. She sat herself upon the bed. Sheppard. Then he stepped briskly to his feet and bent over the wounded man. Poor girl! she was beautiful once; so beautiful as to make me, who care little for the allurements of women, fancy myself enamoured of her. “You must do more than think of it,” he urged. Let me take the satchel, sir. “You asked me in to tea,” he protested. He should never sufficiently be able to regret the return which they had made to her.
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