He didn't think much about it--he was watching the tent to see if any women were around. It brought to mind his mother, who had died when he was eight, and also a little sister he had been fond of, who had succumbed to a fever when only four. Blue Duck sat where he was, his rifle across his lap; he seemed half asleep. Clara seemed delighted with her Conclusion, but he didn't feel anything at all.
It ain't genteel. He might have, or he might have lived to cut off your nuts, Augustus said. Besides, I got a coat. Suddenly there was a shot, startling them all, and the young man flopped backwards.
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