Her eyes were lit with smouldering passion. There was a deep groan, and the sound of a fall within. It had been cut down before life was extinct, but a ball from one of the soldiers had pierced his heart. The cloth was removed, and Wood, drawing the table as near the window as possible—for it was getting dusk —put on his spectacles, and opened that sacred volume from which the best consolation in affliction is derived, and left the lovers—for such they may now be fairly termed—to their own conversation. The stretch of red dirt disappeared into a stretch of trees like Van Gogh’s painting. “Really it is very kind of you to have found me out.
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