In truth, she had been quite glad to lose the argument about remaining while
the bullet was dug out of Jack’s side. ‘Mademoiselle. Standing on tiptoe, on a joint-stool, placed upon the bench, with his back to the
door, and a clasp-knife in his hand, this youngster, instead of executing his
appointed task, was occupied in carving his name upon a beam, overhead. She
had been sitting on the bench for two and a half hours,
which was uneventful except for the homeless men who
begged for change. Then perhaps I shall
send for him if he has not forgotten. ’
‘Don’t tell me,’ exploded his second-in-command. I love you all the more for the streak of
sheer devil in you. And who knew if the men that Gerald had posted there would follow her to
protect her somewhere else? In truth, where were these soldiers? She could not
see them, although she assiduously searched the mist-shrouded square from the
vantage point of the bay window in the large first floor room which had become
her headquarters. "
"In case of need you will lend a helping hand?"
"Yes—yes.
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