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She remembered Taber's hat. “Much as I hate rows, I’ve either got to make a stand or give in altogether. At the same moment a martial flourish, proceeding from cow's horns, tin canisters filled with stones, bladders and cat-gut, with other sprightly, instruments, was struck up, and, enlivened by this harmonious accompaniment, the troop reached its destination in the best possible spirits for an encounter. He never seemed to take full advantage while they were in his mammoth automobile. \" \"Okay. “Lucy, do you forgive me?” She looked at him in earnest. ‘I haven’t been so much entertained since I left the Army.
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