9. Youth! You denied me even that," said Ruth, her glance now flashing to her
father. He was perched on the very edge of the leather seat of the coach, his threecornered hat twisting nervously in his hands, and from time to time he passed a
tongue over dry lips. “I can’t imagine it,” said Miss Miniver. —The general who gives an order for wholesale carnage never sleeps
a wink the less soundly for the midnight groans of his victims, and we should
deride him as a coward if he did. Wood, with a look meant to
reduce her supposed rival to the dust. Like most officers, he’d had it
especially made, for a man who loved danger had need of a precision instrument
of defence. Be a
sport, and pile it all on me!"
He went to bed.
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