Ann Veronica sat back with a sigh of relief. He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper folded round his throat. She had never been able to discover where her father had hidden his shaving mirror. These were presently joined by a regiment of foot.
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