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’ Chapter Three Captain Hilary Roding listened with only half an ear to the long-winded report being given by Sergeant Trodger, his idle gaze wandering over the congested traffic of Piccadilly and the many pedestrians weaving a hazardous path through it. ” John’s father added, “I came home to find Carolyn in a panic and fire trucks outside my son’s bedroom. She fixed her eyes upon it and ran, keeping always as far as possible in the shadow of the hedge, gazing fearfully every now and then down along the valley for the white smoke of the train. His shirt was unfastened, his vest unbuttoned, his hose ungartered; his feet were stuck into a pair of pantoufles, his arms into a greasy flannel dressing-gown, his head into a thrum-cap, the cap into a tie-periwig, and the wig into a gold-edged hat. She hated to leave; for this hour would be the most interesting. ” “You’re lucky to live in an age when you can do so. " "I will yield it to no one but its mother," answered Wood. “But, of course, she may have come from one of the other flats. ” The girl shook her head. ’ ‘Nonsense, it’ll give Pottiswick something genuine to complain about,’ said Gerald cheerfully, moving to the edge of the trees. ‘You do not know how I am like my mother.
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