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An hour later returning from a wander in the Abbey beech-woods, Sorrell decided that he had acted wisely in hoisting his flag.
-"Just as well let her know that I'm an enemy. I suppose it is fairly obvious what she is after. That grey in her hair. No,--I'm damned if I will let her meddle."