She was clad in fresh linen, but still wore the riding-habit she had
appropriated, having sponged out the spots of blood late last night and left it to
dry in the kitchens. She helped Jack to sit down, and dragged the jacket off him, lifting his shirt to
expose the gash that had sliced across his side. . A wave of pity went over him—pity for the patient, the girl, and his friend. Presently, two carriages dashed down the hill, and drew
up before it. "In this pit," he added,
pointing to the chasm below, "your brother is buried. It had ceased now, but as he closed in on the area, a
faint muttering came to his ears. “I can survive on my own. It is the old story of a Westerner meddling with
an Eastern custom. "
"Who wouldn't be lively after thirty years' sleep? Did you hear her explain about
beachcombers? And yet she looks at one with the straightest glance I ever saw.
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