‘I do not command your services, mon major. The three young men exchanged expressive glances. She looked round wildly, as if seeking some source of help, as the boots halted at the front door and the shouting intensified. His gaze dropped to the black garment that covered her. He was out of breath, and spoke in broken sentences. She went on from street to street, and all the glory of London had departed.
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