She was dressed as English girls do dress for town, without either coquetry or harshness: her collarless blouse confessed a pretty neck, her eyes were bright and steady, and her dark hair waved loosely and graciously over her ears. To his consternation, she was holding an unwieldy, ugly-looking pistol, all wood and tarnished steel, with both hands about the butt. He was beginning to think about her inordinately. My feelings overpower me. He chuckled. "And now to dispose of our dead. ’ ‘Ah, that is easy,’ she began, laughing. The lad hesitated.
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