I used to run about these hills when I was little.' And note, just then the trooper close behind us had been wounded by a shell fragment.

He was swearing awfully and fighting with his horse.

The shells were falling around us about two to the minute.
"Luckily the Alphonsist shells are not much better than our own.

But women are funny.

I was afraid the maid would jump down and clear out amongst the rocks, in which case we should have had to dismount and catch her.