“You were really at Moulton House,” she exclaimed penitently. ‘Hilary, thank God! Have you a pistol about you? Or better yet, your sword. His little doll. ‘The credentials, milor’,’ he ventured. There was Major Price—you must recollect him, Sir Rowland,—he stumbled as he was getting out of his chair at that very gate.
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