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"Oh, hang the uniform!"

"That will do. Now, beyond Fayette, about seven miles north, there's a place--"

"Why, I can read my safety in your face. You can't read anything in mine; you're afraid to look."

"You're tired!" murmured the voice beside me, and the wave rolled in again. I lifted my brow and moved one hand from hers to make room on it for my lips, but her fingers slipped away and alighted compassionately on my neck. "You must be one ache from head to foot!" she whispered.

"Is she not! Isn't she the Mrs. Oliver--Charlotte Oliver--who is such friends--she and her husband, I mean, of course,--"

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