The major’s hand stilled. ” “Not now. How you dress when you're loafing will be no concern of mine; but fresh twill or Shantung, when you dine with me, collar and tie. What he needed was not a food but a flavour; and the cocoanut taste of the chestnuts soothed his burning tongue and throat. When he awoke it was late in the day, and he was surprised to find Blueskin seated by his bedside, watching over him with a drawn sword on his knee, a pistol in each hand, and a blood-stained cloth bound across his brow.
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