They walked across a moat of pea gravel that crunched like noisy cereal under their feet. I was happy to oblige them, I had grown sick of the heat of the south and all the miserable sun. " "'Tis he, by Heaven!" cried Jonathan; "this is lucky. But her temper almost flared again when the sergeant spoke. In her ears there was a medley of sound: wailing music, rumbling tom-toms and sputtering firecrackers.
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