‘You cannot mean General Charvill?’ ‘That old martinet?’ exclaimed Roding. The call of youth to youth, and we name it love for want of something better: a glamorous, evanescent thing "like snow upon the desert's dusty face, lighting a little hour or two, was gone. "No Blueskin, I perceive, Sir," he observed, in a deferential tone, as Wild entered the Lodge.
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