Sheppard," said Wood, glancing round the chamber, as he expanded his palms before the scanty flame. She would come back and write letters, carefully planned and written letters, or read some book she had fetched from Mudie’s—she had invested a half-guinea with Mudie’s—or sit over her fire and think. “You might at least,” she murmured, “have invented a more romantic reason. His arm closed in around her middle and she was caught. "How go you like your quarters, sauce-box?" asked Sharples, in a jeering tone. Without a word, the general reached out and took them, but his glance searched the girl’s face. Well, this was the side of the world where things like that happened.
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