It was bleeding again. Her white shirt was mired with a central bloodstain, his pants caked with mud. ‘Ha! It’s you, is it?’ He threw a glance at his two juniors. So he made his dispositions and went off on some other fool’s errand. I found him lying like this, the bleeding partly stopped by this scarf, else he had been dead by now. I suppose you have come to see your granddaughter. But I have remembered the horse and have asked this sergeant that a soldier fetch him. She let him take off her skirt as she ritualistically removed his jeans along with his boxers.
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