“You are a thousand times more beautiful,” he said, “than anything else could
be. ”
He resumed, after a mouthful: “Here is a girl of sixteen or seventeen,
seventeen and a half to be exact, running about, as one might say, in London. There was a coffee equipage on the table, and some
sandwiches, and the fire had been recently made up. Jonathan's vexation at the disappointment was expressed in the bitterest
imprecations, and he returned as speedily as he could to the trench. A moment before he
had been a strong man, she had been in his power, a poor helpless thing. They are not bad
girls, but the average tourist has that misconception of them. Wood. By degrees, his fears vanished, and hearing nothing, he grew calmer. I'll remember that.
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