" "Yes. At a little after five, on that day, four horses dashed round the corner of the Old Bailey, and drew up before the door of the Lodge. Presently he began to weave a tale, sorry enough, with all the ancient claptraps and rusted platitudes. Ann Veronica decided that “hoydenish ragger” was the only phrase to express her. ‘I don’t know what the devil you’re talking about. You forget all the mass of training and tradition and instinct that go to make him a tolerable master.
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