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"About your money, Herr Maitrank?" "And I am afraid I betrayed the fact," Bruce admitted. "I might have thought of some other way of accounting for my presence here. Still, that rather piratical-looking young man seemed to think you had done right. What's this about some man picked up in the garden?" The grounds were large and secluded; there were plenty of spots there for lovers. They might have been far away in the country. "Oh, then you knew that I was in England?" René replied. "I have been in prison for some time, otherwise you would have done less mischief. Woman, what has become of my brother--your husband?" In the storm-cleared atmosphere the troops could be seen until they turned into the gap, and shortly thereafter they reappeared, coming back at a trot. They tore on, away from the noise of the flames, of the falling timber and the shouted commands, around the haystacks so close to the barbed-wire fence that the barbs cut his boot, off by the back of the quarters, and then upon the road that led from the reservation. If the pony could be kept on that road, there was small danger from dog holes. He would run himself out in time. The length of time was what was uncertain, however. A cow-pony can go a good many hours at a stretch. Presently she began again, "Well, he wasn't in it at all. Stone wasn't." "Where do you belong?" he asked crossly. "O, they're a batch for that blasted Abolition outfit, the 200th Injianny. Them two ornery galoots, Si and Shorty, whose necks I ought've broke when I was with the regiment, have brung 'em down. They're not goin' to git to the 200th Injianny if I kin help it, though. First place, it'll give old McBiddle, that Abolition varmint, enough to git him mustered as Colonel. He helped oust me, and I have it in for him. He was recommended for promotion for gittin' his arm shot off at Chickamauga. Wisht it'd bin his cussed head." AS usual, it seemed to the boys of the 200th Ind. that they had only lain down when the bugle blew the reveille on the morning of May 3, 1864. "Oh, no. I'll light it; Mary's busy clearing the table. But I reckon as f?ather w?an't be pleased." The woman was helped into the trap, and after some discussion it was decided not to give themselves the trouble of taking the tramp to the police station, but to pull him to the side of the road and leave him to the consequences he had brought upon himself. "Be not angry, my Lord of Sudley: we request you to ask yonder varlet why he calls his fellow such hard names?" HoME 山西师范金瓶梅ENTER NUMBET 004wzjs100.com.cn
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