In one of the cabins a man sat on the edge of his narrow bunk. " Neither man spoke. Seventeen hours, sixteen hours. All along the wooden benches before it sat a profusion of soldiery, a collection of barbers in attendance, busily employed in replaiting and powdering their hair ready for a military review scheduled for this afternoon. “When are you going away?” He asked. "Thames Darrell only waits my mandate to follow him. They all stay!” “And you yourself?” Brendon laughed. She decided to go out into the London afternoon again and get something to eat in an Aerated Bread shop or some such place, and perhaps find a cheap room for herself. Sebastian was always a man who felt the need to surround himself with the trappings of the finer life.
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