"I read those stories. A garrison called to arms at dead of night on the sudden approach of the enemy, could not have been more expeditiously, or effectually aroused. His face was half hidden under a freshly pipeclayed sola topee—sun-helmet. Have I your final answer?" "You have, Sir Rowland," she answered, in a feeble tone, but firmly.
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