" She kindled with sympathy. ‘I suppose I need not ask to which other soldier you refer. He moved, after quiet intervals, with a quick little movement, and ever and again stroked his small mustache and coughed a selfconscious cough. One side of the face was white with foamy lather and the other ruddy-cheeked and blue-jawed. “Because I hate you!” She spat. Wanton!… This, then, was what her father had meant. "I eat for both.
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