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As the rider wheeled away I blurted out with anxious loudness in the general hubbub, "Isn't his brother with him?"

The pair took our pace, the man plying me with questions, and his wife, in front, telling Lieutenant Durand all the rumors of the day. Her scant hair was of a scorched red tone, she was freckled down into her collar, her elbows waggled to the mare's jog, and her voice was as flat as a duck's. Her nag had trouble to keep up, and her tiny faded bonnet had even more to keep on. Yet the day was near when the touch of those freckled hands was to seem to me kinder than the breath of flowers, as they bathed my foul-smelling wounds, and she would say, in the words of the old song, "Let me kiss him for his mother," and I should be helpless to prevent her. By and by the man raised his voice:--

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"Yes," I said, and handed her, as I dismounted, the General's gift, the pass.

"It's twenty miles off; why are you not with it? What are you doing here?"

When I said I would try she looked distressfully unassured and I added "I'll do whatever risks no life but mine."

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