‘Don’t dare call her that to my face. ” He saw her into the train at Waterloo, and stood, a tall, grave figure, with hat upraised, as the carriage moved forward slowly and hid him. She was a lone white woman, therefore marked. " "Farewell, Jack," cried twenty voices. ‘Beg pardon, sir?’ asked the sergeant, evidently mystified.
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