9/12 His nose was not like the Iron Duke's, for young Cunningham's had rather more tolerance in its outline and less of Roman overbearing; but the eyes, and the mouth, and the angle of the jaw were so like Wellesley's as to force a smile. "A woman isn't likely to be much use in a case like this--but, one never knows. My country comes first." "Thanks," he answered quietly. And as he turned his head to flash one glance at each of them, she recognized what Mahommed Gunga had gloated over from the first--the grim decision, that will sacrifice all--take full responsibility--and use all means available for the one unflinching purpose of the game in hand. She knew that minute, and her father knew, that if she could be used--in any way at all--he would make use of her. |