The touch of her hands was pleasurable. ” “Will you remember me?” “Unfortunately. “Your mother was a Gypsy. " "And why not, old saltwater?" inquired Ben, turning a quid in his mouth. This done, she waited at the side of the bed; but he gave no sign that he was conscious of her nearness. She crawled underneath the soft white sheets, reclining and pulling the blankets up to her chin. Occasionally the canvas snapped as the wind veered slightly. On the right were several mounted grenadiers: on the left, some half dozen javelin-men.
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