on the excursion up the river to our rendezvous at Lerryn.

Nay!" the Major turned at the head of the steps and lifted a hand--"I will accept of you no thanks but this, that during the few arduous hours ahead of us we carry your wishes, ladies, as a prosperous breeze behind our banners!" "Now isn't he a perfect duck ?" demanded Miss Sally Tregentil, turning in the darkness and addressing Miss Pescod, whose strongly marked and aquiline features she had recognised in the last far-flung ray of the Major's lantern.
"My good Sarah! _You_ here ?" answered Miss Pescod, divided between surprise, disapproval and embarrassment.
"At such a period--a crisis, one might almost say--when the fate of Europe.

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and after all, if it comes to that, so are you." "For my part--" began Miss Pescod, and ended with a sigh.
"For my part," declared Miss Sally, hardily, "I shall go to Lerryn." "Sally!" "It used to be great fun.