’ Joan sniffed. Wrap yourself in my cloak, and keep it. He tried again. ’ Footsteps sounded just outside, and Captain Roding walked in. "I must go. Still —there you are!” He paused. A great bowl of scarlet carnations gleamed from a dark corner, set against the background of a deep brown wall. "I yield to fate. "Those chops, fried potatoes, and buttered toast.
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