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Judith pulled out of her embrace. Major Jen's calls for least. His face was round and red, with a terrific blonde mustache fiercely curled. He had merry blue eyes, sparse hair, more than touched with gray, and an expression of good-humor which was the index to his character. Man, woman and child trusted Jen on the spot, nor was it ever said that such trust was misplaced. Even the most censorious could find no fault with the frank and kindly major, and he had more friends and more pensioners and fewer enemies than any man in the shire. Can any further explanation be required of so simple and easily understood a character? "Does she refuse to give evidence against Etwald?".
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"Yes?" queried Jen, eagerly. "I am open to correction. Please go on." The major guessed that she meant that African witchcraft would avert disaster from Etwald, and at once flung the word back in her face. "Delightful indeed! But Alfred Bennett is a man of sense not to marry any of the string of women who I suppose are running after him!" she said. Miss Clinton looked at her in a mild kind of wonder, but she went on hacking Mr. Johnson's coat-sleeve with the needle without noticing the glance at all. "You are looking at that thing, Maurice?" said he, wonderingly. "Now that is strange.".
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