” “Oh, damn the thing!” Sir John exclaimed, tucking the loose ends inside his coat. “Does he never speak to you of—of old times?” she faltered. ‘One of your countrymen, perhaps?’ The girl clammed up, the moon of her white face staring up at him in the darkness.
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