A young man turned to pay the cabman. We middle-aged fools and we old fools can no longer dream. These daughters! He gnawed his pen and reflected, tore the sheet up, and began again. " "Well, for my part," observed Mrs. "Begone! or I fire!" he cried. . He wanted to know what the joke against him was—if any. Ten years of military life had taught him caution, but only strengthened a fearless zest for diving into any promising adventure with unalloyed enjoyment. Too late. "Speak out—don't be alarmed," said Wood, in a kind and encouraging tone. For a moment, Kneebone had hesitated about giving the signal to Shotbolt, but, thinking a more favourable opportunity might occur, he determined not to hazard matters by undue precipitation.
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