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” Anna shook hands with Brendon—a young man also, but older and more selfpossessed than Sydney Courtlaw. I'm neither an infidel nor an agnostic, so I'll content myself by saying that the hand of God is in this somewhere. She had tried him as a Crusader, in which guise he seemed plausible but heavy—“There IS something heavy about him; I wonder if it’s his mustache?”—and as a Hussar, which made him preposterous, and as a Black Brunswicker, which was better, and as an Arab sheik. ‘You cannot mean General Charvill?’ ‘That old martinet?’ exclaimed Roding. His glasses were gone. He was at length rescued from his assailants,— rescued to perish, seven months afterwards, with every ignominy, at the very gibbet to which he had brought his victim.
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