She was not squeamish—although the sight of the sergeant’s ominous preparations had severely tried her fortitude—but Kimble’s white face plagued her conscience. Sheila’s boys hadn’t been much help when they were around the house, anyway, they were more partial to lolling around on couches and running around with their girls. To many in that crowded solitude it came as an extraordinary relief. There is scarcely one chance in a dozen of saving his life; there would be none at all if he were moved. And now let's go back to the Shovels, and finish our brandewyn and bier, Muntmeester. Can she stay for dinner?\" Michelle asked, almost begging. "These writer chaps are queer birds. Doesn’t matter a bit to me.
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