“And where,” he asked, “are my rivals?” “Deserters,” she answered, laughing. Your laugh reminds me of—of——" "Whose, Sir?" demanded Jackson, becoming suddenly grave. Between comrades it is the most usual thing in the world, and I do not see how your sex intervenes. ’ ‘Don’t be too sure,’ said Miss Froxfield darkly, with a mischievous glance at her betrothed.
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