" "Why, what the devil's this?" vociferated Jonathan, looking up. ‘Have you any more pretty toys like that knife about you?’ ‘The girl’s a regular arsenal,’ Hilary snapped, giving up into his senior’s hand the nasty little weapon he had snatched. Jack, whose clothes were covered with dust, and whose face was deathly pale from his recent exertion, looked more like a phantom than a living person. This "fatal retreat for the unfortunate brave" was marked by a low wooden railing, within which stood the triple tree. Presently he resumed: “I believe I must be in love. " "It matters not. Away off in the fields the bluesmocked peasants bent still at their toil.
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