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From the opposite corner under the trees a man with his hat slouched over his eyes stood and glowered at them. He pulled rein at the sight of her, saluted, and regarded her with his rather too protuberant eyes. A paralyzing horror was upon her. Her knees shook, her breath came fast, she almost felt the lurid effect of those tiny patches of rouge upon her pallor-stricken cheeks. Men of action by the scarlet coats with their grey facings—insignia of the county militia. It was Jack, wasn’t it?’ ‘Aye, s-sir.
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