I’ve—dreads. He removed his cockaded hat, putting it down between them as he sat at the other end, placing himself at an angle and, crossing his legs, leaned back at his ease, his eyes fixed on her face. Impassive by nature and training, he was conscious to-night of a strange sense of excitement, of exhilaration tempered by a dull background of disappointment. This done, he let himself carefully down by it, and having only a few feet to drop, alighted in safety. She could feel his warm little body trying to snuggle into her, trying to wriggle loose of his swaddling cloth.
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