It was a gracious gesture, she thought, as he trudged to the Beck’s humble doorstep in his stiff blue polyester uniform. Hilary Roding was all soldier now, his earlier grievances laid aside. So the young fool had not told her! McClintock had suspected as much. "You are, Sir," thundered Jonathan; "and, unless you find him, you shan't hold your place a week. ‘You’re either mad, or in love. For aught I know, they may be in the neighbourhood at this moment.
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