It was the blouse that gave Lucy away. " "Come along," thundered Jonathan. Sheppard staggered forward. He fell backwards on his butt, the wind knocked out of him. Her attenuated arms were crossed upon her breast; and her black brows and eyelashes contrasted fearfully with the livid whiteness of her skin. Soon the trunk, portmanteau and hat box were ready. The major will not call. He looked around, and as he heard that deafening shout,— as he felt the influence of those thousand eyes fixed upon him,—as he listened to the cheers, all his misgivings—if he had any—vanished, and he felt more as if he were marching to a triumph, than proceeding to a shameful death.
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