‘Troops?’ ‘Go, man,’ urged the major in an undervoice. I'm a poor nurse. "Jack," said Mrs. “This,” he exclaimed, “must be either the indifference of an utterly callous nature, or it may be—ye gods, it may be—innocence. ” “You what?” she repeated incredulously. Forgetting her occupation in her anger, she left off bathing Darrell's wrist; and, squeezing his arm so tightly that the boy winced with pain, she clapped her right hand upon her hip, and turned, with flashing eyes and an inflamed countenance, towards her crest-fallen spouse. Ennison was deeply interested.
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