Lord Wellington*turned away and immediately shouted for someone named Thornton to get dinner ready. Suddenly he rose fromthe table. Theirs was the glory ofancient days -- but Strange was determined to match it with an ancient gloryof his own. The soldiers at the crossroads wore green coats with red facings.
MrSegundus got down from his horse to open them. It was very quiet; it felt like the end of the world. natural manner seemed to be one of extreme self-congratulation. It was a measure of howfar Mr Norrell was distracted by the present situation that he made not theslightest objection.
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