"Lean on me," said Jack. The rest of his attire was nondescript. ‘I’m a soldier, missie. ” It took some days for this phase to pass, and it left some scars and something like a decision. “You belong to me,” he said fiercely; “the marriage certificate is in my pocket. Wood, whose admiration for masculine beauty was by no means abated, glanced at the well-proportioned figure of the young man, and made him a very civil salutation. On the way, he hired a chair with a couple of stout porters, and ordered them to follow him.
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