"Halloa!" exclaimed Austin, who had caught a glimpse of her departing figure, "one of the women is gone!" "No—no," hastily interposed Mrs. Sheila grabbed the gun and laughed hysterically, brandishing the weapon and baying like a bear. Strange, demure-looking young woman, with wonderful complexion and eyes, and a style about her, too. “We have,” he said, “to be the utmost friends. ‘She’s an eviltempered little termagant, yes, but there’s no malice aforethought. She guessed that he probably slept all of three hours a night at most. ‘Ah, trying to be the young hero, I take it, which is why he near got hisself killed. Dese ere not schouts, as you faind, but jonkers on a vrolyk; and if dey'd chanshed to keel de vrow Sheppard's pet lamb, dey'd have done her a servish, by shaving it from dat unpleasant complaint, de hempen fever, with which its laatter days are threatened, and of which its poor vader died.
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