He had a handsome, jolly-looking face; stood six feet two in his stockings; and measured more than a cloth-yard shaft across the shoulders—athletic proportions derived from his father the dragoon. If only to say goodbye. It isn't friendly as I thought it would be. But, being pushed forward by his subordinate officer, he was compelled to make a stand. Of you, I mean. Well, my dear, it is time you stopped wallowing in your sorrows like a common wretch.
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