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It was, Ann Veronica felt, as a sip or so of that remarkable blend warmed her blood, just the sort of thing that her aunt would not approve, to be lunching thus, tete-a-tete with a man; and yet at the same time it was a perfectly innocent as well as agreeable proceeding. Spurlock: 'tis Roundhead, sure enough. Gerald’s judgement was borne out a moment later. Goopes when at home dressed simply in a pajama-shaped suit of canvas sacking tied with brown ribbons, while his wife wore a purple djibbah with a richly embroidered yoke. Her eyes were soft and grave, and there was the faintest of smiles upon her resolute lips. She ought to have leapt back on guard. She was, as Capes had said, a hard young woman. ‘She won’t. When the lad is fit to be moved, we’ll bring him home. I take more than their blood, John.
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