She often found herself absorbed by watching the tall grass undulate from the cave’s central doorway as solitary hunters prowled for buffalo and stag on the plain. The general did what he might to hush it up, and paid handsomely to manage it, I daresay. “Was he really?” She asked, waiting on baited breath. “Great Scott!” he exclaimed huskily.
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