I'm not quite such a greenhorn as Shotbolt, Jack, whatever you may think. Presently he caught her puzzled glance, and recollected himself, turning on the charm again. ” “She didn’t say she’d met any one. "No, no, let him alone," interposed Wood. He had a handsome, jolly-looking face; stood six feet two in his stockings; and measured more than a cloth-yard shaft across the shoulders—athletic proportions derived from his father the dragoon.
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