The sun was rising, illuminating the trees in black as if they were drawn in ink. ‘He can’t be Valade, that’s certain,’ mused Gerald, unheeding. They were followed by Jonathan, who carried a stout stick under his arm, and planted himself near the stone. This is my friend, Mr. ‘I haven’t been so much entertained since I left the Army.
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