" "Don't anger him, my dear son," implored the poor widow, with a look of anguish at Jack. He stopped on the curb-stone, not facing her but as if he was on his way to cross the road, and spoke to her suddenly over his shoulder. ‘What do you say of these troops?’ ‘You see, we’re militia. It was the end, she told herself, fiercely. A common rage flushed their faces. I never want you to be ashamed of me. The ladies can't sleep in their beds for him; and as to the men, they daren't go to bed at all. I have established a fine trade. ” “We might even have—given it up for them!” “I wonder if we could. The love-songs of all the ages were singing in her blood, the scent of night stock from the garden filled the air, and the moths that beat upon the closed frames of the window next the lamp set her mind dreaming of kisses in the dusk.
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