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" "I don't unterstand you," returned Mrs. “Yes, I remember you now. He mumbled an apology and then stopped short. He was a square-faced man of nearly fifty, with iron-gray hair a mobile, cleanshaven mouth and rather protuberant black eyes that now scrutinized Ann Veronica. He looked like a French boy soldier she had once glimpsed marching towards his death in one of the battles they would later call the Hundred Years War. A militiaman came belting down the stairs, another leapt from outside the front door, and a third, stalwart and stolid, came in through the door that led to the rooms to the front of the house. " "Aye," said McClintock, in a tone so peculiar that it sent Spurlock's glance to his plate.
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