You shall hear from me to-morrow. She wasn’t sure of herself when she said it. Of course. I’ll give you grandpére!’ ‘But milor’—’ ‘Pardon!’ No longer master of his actions, the general lurched forward, waving his cane. Already the seed of a tender dream was stirring. "By my shoul!" he exclaimed, smacking his lips, "dat ish goot—very goot. He forgot for the moment his own self-pity, the egotism of his own passionate love. He had just passed through a terrific physical test. "Well, Sir?" cried the other, eagerly. Show him no quarter, Poll.
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