’ She grimaced. "It is droll," he said. But since we must have toasts," he added, snatching up a glass, "listen to mine: Here's King George the First! a long reign to him! and confusion to the Popish Pretender and his adherents!" "Bravely done!" said Wood, with tears in his eyes. All the rest is humbug and delicacy. A fire enveloped her, a fire which was strangely healing, filling her heart with warmth, blotting out the menace of the world. She was silent. They sat face to face beneath an experienced-looking rucksack and a brand new portmanteau and a leather handbag, in the afternoon-boat train that goes from Charing Cross to Folkestone for Boulogne. Following her lead, he fortified himself with a swallow of the excellent Madeira before responding.
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