"Down below in the hollow, miss,—jist behind the hawthorn-bush. Go home some other way, Miss Mona: they're bint on blood.",
Jack is laughing over a letter written by one of the fellows in India; all are deep in their own correspondence.,
"Turn it where, darling?" asks she, a little dreamily..
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