Love under Fire by Randall Parrish
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of laughter.
"Well, Mr. Lieutenant Galesworth, have you looked long enough?" The swift question confused me, but I found answer. "No; but as long as I dare. You were observing me also." "Naturally--womanly curiosity is my excuse. Would you like to know what conclusion I came to?" "From your eyes it may not prove altogether flattering." "Oh, my eyes are not to be trusted. I warn you frankly of that at the very start. All I shall say is you appear better than I had expected--only, really, you need a shave." "Better how? In what way?" "Well, younger for one thing; somehow your statement that you were a lieutenant made me suspect your age--or possibly it was your voice." "I am twenty-four." "And look to be scarcely twenty. How did you ever gain a commission? Were you in battle?" The question decidedly hurt my pride, yet I managed to control my tongue. |
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