THE EYE OF ZEITOON
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"I stopped a bullet with my forearm!"
She was sitting in a sort of improvised chair between two dwarfed tree-trunks, and if ever I saw a proud young woman that was she. She wore the bloody bandage like a prize diploma.
"And I've seen your friend Monty, and he's better than the accounts of him!"
I glanced at Will, alert for a sign of jealousy.
"Monty is the one best bet!" he said. And his eyes were generous and level, as a man's who tells the whole truth.
