’ ‘Militia, miss,’ Kimble corrected her. ’ ‘Indeed?’ Gerald said politely. The smell of gunpowder was strong in the room. Wood," cried David, pouring out a glass of the spirit, and offering it to the carpenter, "that'll warm the cockles of your heart. He sat up in his chair as though the question had stung him.
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