155 The ringing doorbell jarred her from her stupor. " "Devil!" muttered Jack, again grasping his pistol. "And yet—but it is only part of the chain of ill-luck that seems wound around me. 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. I can't run in these heavy fetters. “I can see you and Anna groaning and nodding your grave heads together.
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