He whined, looking askance toward the young lady in question, who was standing at the other side of an unbridgeable chasm: the crowd of older officers and their wives, who were all standing watching the lads, wondering which one would make the first move; or at the young lasses, gathered on the other side of the room. The young lass he was staring at was standing in the inner core of a group of young lasses dancing attendance on the governor’s daughter. Crossing the unmarried group to tap his young lass on the shoulder would be impossible; breaking into that group of young lasses was unthinkable.
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Unbridgeable Chasm