Will you not, brother?" "Promise," said a deep voice in Trenchard's ear. Meantime, every preparation had been made outside for his departure. Old farmhouses loomed as they whizzed by, left behind in the gray like mourners. So they fenced with smiles. Impassive by nature and training, he was conscious to-night of a strange sense of excitement, of exhilaration tempered by a dull background of disappointment. Martin's on Ludgate-hill, and Christchurch in Newgate Street, were also distinguishable.
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