Automatically, she glanced at the slight red graze left on her neck that marked the point where Gerald’s sword had nicked her. ‘Nothing of the sort,’ argued Gerald. He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper folded round his throat. He dared not go on. ‘You cannot mean General Charvill?’ ‘That old martinet?’ exclaimed Roding. Lord, what a state I was in! Night after night I sat there, I watched her come in, I watched her go.
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