It isn’t. Cocked hats and buckled swords spoke of rank. Sheppard, faintly. Her eyes were perhaps a little brighter than usual, the firelight played about her hair, there seemed to him to be a sudden softening of the straight firm mouth. Passing thought. “I couldn’t help it.
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