Miss Miniver looked over her glasses at her friend almost balefully. This was the reason he had raised his little independent Company of Light Infantry and joined the West Kent Militia. She went to a writing-desk and made some memoranda on a sheet of note-paper, and then remembered that she had no address as yet to which letters could be sent. The candles—for McClintock never used oil in his dining room—were burning low in the sconces. They ought to put a lamp. The Reverend Henry Dolby performed the cermony, and his wife and daughter were witnesses. . She began to think persistently of Capes, and it seemed to her now that for some weeks at least she must have been thinking persistently of him unawares. . While he was thus standing, the flames of his house, which made the whole street as light as day, and ruddily illumined the faces of the mob below, betrayed him to them, and he was speedily driven from his position by a shower of stones and other missiles.
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