’ ‘It is you who will get the head blown off,’ threatened the young lady fiercely. "What for?" rejoined Quilt, evasively. Here was a poor half-naked creature, with a straw crown on his head, and a wooden sceptre in his hand, seated on the ground with all the dignity of a monarch on his throne. ’ ‘But he’s a major of militia, miss. Michelle’s eyes were red and bloodshot. "She has flown up stairs," replied the widow.
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