Spurling, who had been hastily compounding another bowl of punch. \"I'm going to his baseball game, he's pitching for Lincoln, and then I believe he is taking me to dinner. Sometimes the music would be tender and dreamy, like a native mother's crooning to her young; sometimes it would be so gay that the flesh tingled and the feet were urged to dance; again, it would be like the storms crashing, thunderous. " "I wish you hadn't mentioned her," said Jack, in a broken voice, while his whole frame shook with emotion. I should have known at a glance if it was. He hung over her—he and his loan to her and his connection with her and that terrible evening—a vague, disconcerting possibility of annoyance and exposure. ’ Grudgingly, the sergeant shifted aside and allowed her access to the stairs, grumbling to her retreating back, ‘If I’d me way, missie, I’d send you back to France where you ought never to have come away from, if you arst me.
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