‘All these soldiers,’ she complained, adding with a sweep of one arm at the major’s dress, ‘all of them in red as you. . For all that she was of exceptional intellectual enterprise, she had never yet considered these things with unaverted eyes. “Who’ll mind the baby nar?” was one of the night’s inspirations, and very frequent.
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