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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Mistress Wilding by Rafael Sabatini: but all too late. The enemy was up, and with that damned ditch between
us there was no getting to close quarters with them. Had Grey ridden
round, and sought to turn their flank, things might have been - 0 God! -
they would have been entirely different. I did suggest it. But for
my pains Grey threatened to pistol me if I presumed to instruct him in
his duty. I would to Heaven I had pistolled him where he stood."
Walters, at gaze in the doorway, listened to the bitter tirade. Wilding,
on the settle, sat silent a moment, his elbows on his knees, his chin
in his hands, his eyes set and grim as Trenchard's own. Then he
mastered himself, and waved a hand towards the table where stood food
and wine.
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