She closed the book that she had been pretending to read and gathered her black umbrella and her backpack, a childish accoutrement she despised. ’ ‘Charvill, then,’ Gerald concluded, unperturbed. “The life of a private secretary is positively one of slavery. Lights gleamed from the lower rooms, and, on a nearer approach to the building, the sound of revelry might be heard from within. "Ah! Quilt Arnold, my man, is it you? By the powers! I'm glad to see you. He had no wish to go foraging in Spurlock's trunk. ’ *** Everett, General Lord Charvill, master of a barony stretching over a wide estate that encroached on the hundreds of Witham, Thurstable and Dengy, stood before his own fireplace, glaring at his visitors from under bushy white brows from a head held necessarily low above a back painfully bent by rheumatism. Out of sight of that tell-tale window, the two officers darted across the grounds, speedily gaining the lee of the mansion walls. On one side of the handbill a print of the reigning sovereign, Anne, had been pinned over the portrait of William the Third, whose aquiline nose, keen eyes, and luxuriant wig, were just visible above the diadem of the queen. "Here's a cross-bite. Annabel, come to the door with me,” she added a little abruptly.
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