Chapter 33 No.33

I stared, fascinated. Here was Jim-of-the-rose-arbour, and a new Jim-of-the-war-a browner, thinner, sterner Jim, a Jim that looked at me with a look I could not read. It may have been cruel, but it was not cold, and it pierced like a hot sword-blade through my flesh into my soul.

"You-after all!" he said. The remembered voice I had so often hear