"Certainly," he replied, and he laid them in her hand, "but I think you
will find them unpleasant reminders of an incident you would do well to
forget. A man in love is often a desperate individual, without realizing
his condition; and I have no doubt that, by this time, McNeil would do much
to recall what passed this afternoon. So let me ask you, for him, to
forgive it."
"I could forgive all but the _revolver_ part of it. That was premeditated,
and I shall not forget it. Let me thank you again for your kind assistance.
I shall always think better of the soldiers for your kindness to me."
"I am amply repaid, my fair warbler," replied the soldier, as they stood at
last on the wharf, "and if your excitable lover ever asks for his revolver,
here is my address," and he handed her a card; "but, if I mistake not, a
friend is waiting for you," and he waved his hand towards Lancy.
At that moment Lancy turned, and seeing the object of his thoughts so near,
and in company with a soldier, his face underwent a series of expressions.
But it was really Dexie, though he could scarcely believe his own eyesight,
and he was at her side in a moment.
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