‘Oh, my God, she’s gone!’ Wrenching his hand from his friend’s slackened grasp, he darted for the door, Roding behind him. The resemblance was amazing! And some man—he was good-looking—was in the background. “It may be true, but it isn’t quite what I have in mind. What was he doing? What was he thinking? It was less than a day now, less than twenty hours. ‘What do you say of these troops?’ ‘You see, we’re militia.
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