She meant to leave anyway, or so she would tell herself later. His eyes were small and grey; as far apart and as sly-looking as those of a fox. B. She was not squeamish—although the sight of the sergeant’s ominous preparations had severely tried her fortitude—but Kimble’s white face plagued her conscience. When he returned from pissing, he sat down with her. He had abandoned his oars, and the boat was drifting with the stream towards the enemy.
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