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THURSDAY came, and a supply of heavy luggage arrived, followed later by Colonel Smyth himself.
Divested of outdoor wraps, he showed as an elderly man, disposed to stoutness, yet of upright and military carriage. He had closely cropped hair, iron-grey in hue, and there was a certain fierceness about the outline of his grizzled moustache, calculated to intimidate the womankind. Moreover, his glance was severe, his manner was curt, his voice was peremptory, and he appeared to be altogether of a particular and impatient disposition.