She propped a pillow against his padded headboard and sat herself into a stiff upright position, legs expertly crossed. She was obliged to concede that his features were pleasing, his strength and vitality attractive; and there was no denying how well this uniform of a militia suited his figure, which was lean and powerful both. "What's that?—Jack's voice!" "It is," replied her son. His eyes were small and grey; as far apart and as sly-looking as those of a fox. He laughed lightly. "To shoot you would be to lose the reward.
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