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‘What do you say of these troops?’ ‘You see, we’re militia. ” Ennison looked steadily at the cigarette which he was tapping on his forefinger. It towered up high above the level of the pass, thousands of feet, still, shining, and white, and below, thousands of feet below, was a floor of little woolly clouds. This child was frequently disconcerting. "That young man had better watch his cough," said Spinster Prudence. ’ ‘I don’t even know your granddaughter, ma’am. “Have to go now.
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