"Close the wicket, Austin," vociferated Ireton, in an authoritative tone. She grew perhaps a shade paler, and she glanced out into the street, where her four-wheeler cab, laden with luggage, was still waiting. "Come away!" he cried, with the roar of a demon. In military circles, highly exaggerated tales of Major Alderley’s derring-do were bruited from lip to lip and passed on to raw recruits to strengthen morale. She did not try to approach him.
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