The Flying Legion by George Allan England
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you would never have known. I could have exercised my skill as a
nurse, without the fact of my sex becoming apparent. "That was what I was hoping for and counting on. I wanted to serve this expedition both as a flyer and as a nurse. Fate willed otherwise. A chance bullet intervened. You know the truth. But I feel confident, already, that my secret is safe with you." The light on her forehead, still a little ridged and reddened by the pressure of the edge of the mask, showed it broad, high, intelligent. Her eyes were deep and eager with a kind of burning determination. The hand she had rested on the table clenched with the intensity of her appeal: "Let me stay! Let me serve you all! I ask no more of life than that!" The Master, knotting together the loose threads of his emotion, came a step nearer. "Your name, madam!" he demanded. "I cannot tell you. I am Captain Alfred Alden to you, still. Just that. Nothing more." "You continue insubordinate? Do you know, madam, that for this I could order you bound hand and foot, have you laid on the trap in the lower gallery, and command the trap to be sprung?" His face grew hard, deep-lined, almost savage as he confronted her--the only being who now dared stand against his will. She smiled |
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