"I assure you I never felt less like jesting in my life," replied Etwald, coldly. "But it is no use discussing such a thing at five in the morning. If you can do without me, major, I shall return to Deanminster. I am tired.",
I withered him with a look, or rather tried to wither him, for Tom is no mimosa bud.,
"A traitor?" echoed David, with a flush rising in his pale cheeks..
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