It had been cut down before life was extinct, but a ball from one of the soldiers had pierced his heart. “I’m ready,” said Ann Veronica, closing her microscope-box with a click, and looking for one brief instant up the laboratory. He was so depressed and disheartened that he did not then believe he would ever write again. He wore a French military undress of the period, with high jack-boots, and a laced hat; and, though his attire indicated no particular rank, he had completely the air of a person of distinction. But I was sorry for poor Jack—as I am still, and hoped he would mend.
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