’ ‘I find that difficult to believe,’ snapped the general, jerking to and fro as his agitation mounted. Balanced on his nose were enormous tortoise-shell spectacles. The vestry door opened to the mews behind, and not to Golden Square. Wood was so much exhausted that he was obliged to retire to his own room, where he continued for some hours overpowered by grief.
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