His gray eyes were closed, his persimmon-colored lips open and panting. . Perhaps, as you say, I do not really care—but I cannot do it. ‘What do you say of these troops?’ ‘You see, we’re militia. Nor was Jack by any means the only stripling in the room. I was compelled to run away.
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