" CHAPTER VI. ‘But my poor Jacques is wounded and—’ ‘All taken care of,’ interrupted Hilary. Jonathan's vexation at the disappointment was expressed in the bitterest imprecations, and he returned as speedily as he could to the trench. During all their long comradeship he had never so much as ventured to hold her fingers. Bullding,” she declared. I ought to be able to think things out. He was standing by, rating her ladyship,—who can scarcely stir from the sofa,—while I was packing up her jewels in the case, and I observed that she tried to hide a small casket from him. 58 \"Why will you not touch me?\" She cried out, sitting up, her head in her hands. She met the keen grey eyes of a clean-shaven man, between forty and fifty, quietly dressed in professional attire.
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