Chapter VIII
“WHITE’S”
Northwards, away from the inhospitality of West Kensington, rumbled the
ancient four-wheel cab, laden with luggage and drawn by a wheezy old horse
rapidly approaching its last days. Assured, if he remained much longer where he was, he would inevitably perish,
Wood recommended himself to the protection of Heaven, and began his perilous
course. 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. Gerald had been confident that the boy would not dream of
disobeying an order thrown at him by a major of militia, but he guessed Jack
might be wondering if he was about to be haled off to prison. Anna’s face however was wholly impassive. Drummond was telling me about the way old Ferringhall rounded upon them all
at the club.
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