’ A tiny giggle escaped her, and she lowered the pistol a trifle. ’ ‘Do not make a game with me,’ she interrupted, gripping her underlip firmly between her teeth to stop the threatening laughter. ’ The girl held out her hands. He was a man who in all things classified without nuance, and for him there were in the matter of age just two feminine classes and no more—girls and women. 192 Her skirt had ridden almost to her hips. Not even, it seemed, this interfering monsieur le major.
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