’ ‘What, a common soldier?’ ‘He was not a common soldier. The horse-soldiers wheeled round and cleared a path: the foot closed in upon the cart. And, dragging Mrs. “Cheveney!” she repeated. A pity you did not think to tell me that part of the tale at the outset. I don’t believe any one could have traced us here. But if I were dying of thirst, in a desert, I would not accept a cup of water at her hands. Hours were spent in preparation for the event.
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