‘Please to sit, monsieur. " Trenchard took up a pen. ” She spoke with a certain asperity. “I wonder,” she began, presently, “why I love you—and love you so much?. She helped Jack to sit down, and dragged the jacket off him, lifting his shirt to expose the gash that had sliced across his side. " "I'm sorry. I was the last on board. We are going to have this chap writing books one of these days.
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