“You must come home to him at once,” said Miss Stanley. Her hair had become so matted that Sebastian had sheared it off, which made her the very mirage of a nubile young boy. ’ ‘Tchah! Better a doubtful welcome here than a confounded French convent. ’ He strode to the fireplace behind the leather-topped desk and addressed his own reflection in the mirror, wagging an admonitory finger in his own face. “What I mean is. “Um, I really shouldn’t tell you this, but he said. Also, you must send someone to fetch my horse—at least, it is not mine but I have borrowed it to come here—because it will be dark very soon and—’ ‘Woof! Hold it, hold it,’ begged the sergeant. You’re dogmatic.
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