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Colonel Lord George Cleeve sat perched astride a chair on the desk in the corner and watched where the Major and Sergeant Zebedee fronted each other for their wonted morning's fencing-bout:
"You'll find me a little sluggish as 'twere after last night, Zeb," said the Major, taking his ground.