’ ‘Unless it is Captain Roding,’ put in Lucilla Froxfield from the curved back sofa on the other side of the fireplace. Her mind left her. . The lad looked alarmed. Well-balanced, sane, wasn’t I? You never heard anyone call me a madman? I’m pretty near being one now, and it’s her fault. They had got all this down already—they heard the substance of it now for the fourteenth time. ‘Who’s this, then? Not soldiers again. ’ ‘Glad you’re so sanguine,’ interrupted Captain Roding.
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