Not Trodger. “What a fool I am!” he muttered, standing up on the hearthrug, and leaning his elbows upon the broad mantelpiece. The nuns had no regard for the sensibilities of a “lady” and expected Melusine— for it was her allotted task—to clean and tend the soldier’s wounds even when they festered. “How gratified she must have been! If only I had known I would have made an effort to get home in time for dinner. ’ She was silent for a space, and it was evident that this part of the story was still too painful to be recalled with ease. ’ ‘You,’ announced the lady, throwing an explosive glare at the captain, ‘are a person entirely without sense. ’ ‘From you,’ the lady threw at him furiously.
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