At the gate opening upon the road leading to Dollis Hill were stationed William Morgan and John Dump. It seemed at this moment, however, that there was not going to be any “fun”, and Captain Roding said so. She was clad in fresh linen, but still wore the riding-habit she had appropriated, having sponged out the spots of blood late last night and left it to dry in the kitchens. The lad hesitated.
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