There was a certain air of forced fortuity in his manner. ’ ‘Aye, but she don’t reckon to militiamen. Sometimes—a lonely forlorn child—she had gone to him and put her arms around his neck. Men had tried to kiss her— unshaven derelicts, some of them terrible—but she had always managed to escape. A simple wooden monument was placed over the grave, but without any name or date. , like to forget all about it—even their names.
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