"
"Cut on."
"If you get out of this and I don't—-"
"Stop that! We've got heat enough to last till morning."
"Will they find us then? These fogs last for days and turn to snow."
"Don't croak, I say. I can't face mother without you."
"She'll be glad enough to get you. Please listen, Jock, while I'm
awake. I want you to give her and all of them my love, and say I'm
sorry for all the times I've vexed them."
"As if you had ever—-"
"And please Jock, if I was nasty and conceited about the champagne—-"
"Shut up, I can't stand this," cried Jock, chiefly from force of
habit, for it was a tacit agreement among the elder brothers that
Armine must not be suffered to "be cocky and humbug," by which they
meant no implication on his sincerity, but that they did not choose
to hear remonstrances or appeals to higher motives, and this had made
him very reticent with all except his sister Barbara and Miss
Ogilvie, but he now persisted.
"Indeed I want you to forgive me, Jock. You don't know how often
I've thought all sorts of horridness about you."
Jock laughed, "Not more than I deserved, I'll be bound. How can you
be so absurd! If anyone wants forgiveness, it is I. I say, Armie,
this is all nonsense. You don't really think you are done for, or
you would not take it so coolly.
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