CHAPTER II. ‘Ain’t enough as my bed is took, my sheets all bloodied, and my gin took for to waste on that fellow’s wound. Weeks hurled past, weeks that turned into months. ” She smiled at him, an understanding smile, but her words defied him. ’ Gerald could not suppress a grin. Light the lantern. I’M shaken. ’ ‘I’m hanged if I can make out either of you,’ complained Hilary. She put her clothes back on, 118 lipstick smeared all over her face. So I come round the other way and—Lordy, miss, I’m that sorry I made a mull of it. The only inconvenience I feel from my shattered noddle is an incapacity to drink. “Do you know,” she confessed, “I never thought of that?” He looked at her as though doubting even now whether she could possibly be in earnest. The inn was a military haunt. A man's laced hat,—whether adopted from the caprice of the moment, or habitually worn, we are unable to state,—cocked knowingly on her head, harmonized with her masculine appearance.
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