“So you found Rhea, I see. ‘That rascally knave sent you to become a French nun?’ Looking positively terrified, the girl nodded dumbly. Miss Annabel is her sister. 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.
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