’ ‘Sir!’ called Trodger, as the captain began to lead the young lady off. She tightened her bandage and sat back, biting her lip. You call it a lot of nicknames—“Babs” and “Bibs” and “Viddles” and “Vee”; you whack at it playfully, and it whacks you back. The misty caravans of which she had dreamed were become actualities.
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