And me, I know very much of soldiers. The fellow swore lustily, in a voice which Jack instantly recognised as that of Quilt Arnold, and vainly attempted to rise and draw his sword. “He was a friend of your sister’s, was he not?” “I never heard her mention his name,” she answered. Never any doubt of it. Her natural instincts reasserted themselves. But "fine" is the word.
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