He beheld a tall gaunt man, his brown face corrugated like a winter's road, grim, stony. ’ Roding started. “You be off, missie,” said the fatherly policeman. ’ Her eyes narrowed. Mrs. ‘I think,’ he said pleasantly, ‘that it would be as well if you, Hilary, were to go and fetch the troops. ‘Sir?’ enquired the lad. There were lines in her face that age had not put there.
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