I was in hopes you'd be content with my hat and wig. But that did not stop Trodger, who had ridden up from Kent for the purpose, from detailing every little inspection and sortie that his men had made in their allotted task of watching Remenham House. "You are an angel," she cried, with a look beaming with delight. I love him!" She was weak and dizzy: from horror as much as from physical exertion. His diminutive hand flew out from behind his back like a wounded bird. But after the first shock came a warm glow of relief.
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