Without betraying the slightest confusion, or making a single remark, he quietly resumed his seat. “Do you mind very much?” He shook his head. ’ ‘Begging your pardon, miss, but I think as how you ought to go back to London,’ Jack ventured. I miss her a lot. It is queer how ideas pop into one's head. ‘Good, good—and not before time,’ muttered Roding, glancing round again. ‘Troops?’ ‘Go, man,’ urged the major in an undervoice. He had already spoken his mind on the folly of allowing a clearly dangerous female to escape a second time. But, bloodan'-'ouns! man, if ould Nick himself were to hit me a blow, I'd be afther givin' him another.
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