She had tried him as a Crusader, in which guise he seemed plausible but heavy—“There IS something heavy about him; I wonder if it’s his mustache?”—and as a Hussar, which made him preposterous, and as a Black Brunswicker, which was better, and as an Arab sheik. How long he continued thus he scarcely knew; but just before dawn, he managed to regain his legs, and, crawling up a bank, perceived he was within a quarter of a mile of Tottenham. Between herself and yonder evil mind she had the strongest buckler God could give—love. “The plain common-sense of the case,” he said, “is that we can’t possibly be lovers in the ordinary sense. Hugging them, they crept stealthily around the house, Major Alderley leading, and wasting—so his captain acidly commented—a deal of time checking the windows and doors. ’ ‘Who was to know if you would find your place?’ countered Martha. He thought of her and himself, and no longer in that vein of incidental adventure in which he had begun. But it’s love you should’ve had when you were tiny and I didn’t give it to you.
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