ENTOMBED I had not suspected it; however obvious it may appear now to those who read this tale, the possibility that she had been masquerading in an officer's uniform, indulging in warlike deeds, had never once occurred to me.

She was so thoroughly feminine that her acknowledgment came as a distinct shock.

I had, it is true, seen sufficient of life to be of charitable mind, and yet there was that within me which instantly revolted.

She read all this in my face, but fronted me without the quiver of an eyelash, firmly withdrawing her hand.
"It is easy to perceive your disapproval," she said more coldly, "but I have no further explanation to make.

I am sorry to have you think ill of me, but I felt that perhaps you might realize my action was justified." "It is not that," I hastened to explain, ashamed of myself.