A militiaman came belting down the stairs, another leapt from outside the front door, and a third, stalwart and stolid, came in through the door that led to the rooms to the front of the house. He dressed rather after the fashion of the West End than the City, and affected a cultured urbanity that somehow disconcerted and always annoyed Ann Veronica’s father extremely. ‘You cannot mean General Charvill?’ ‘That old martinet?’ exclaimed Roding. You have to marry me. I bent over him. Like appendicitis. ‘The major thinks she’s worth it,’ put in Prudence quietly. He went in and leaned, panting, against one wall.
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