"
"You did it on purpose," she said, laughing at her own start.
"No, indeed, I did not."
"And is it quite out now?"
"Yes; when the Backsworth engines and the soldiers came up, it was
like the Prussians at Waterloo."
"Oh, then it was done," said Rosamond. "Take care! my grandfather
was in the Light Division."
"And my uncle in the Guards," said the curate. But before the
Waterloo controversy could be pursued, four or five figures on
horseback came round the knoll, and Raymond and Julius sprang off
their horses, introducing the three officers who followed their
example.
One was Rosamond's old acquaintance, the Colonel, a friend of her
father; but she had little attention to spare for them till she had
surveyed her husband, who looked nothing worse than exceedingly
dusty, and at fault without his spectacles.
Inquiries were made for Frank and Charlie. They were walking home.
They had worked gallantly. The flames were extinguished, but the
engines must go on playing on them for some time longer. No lives
lost, and very few casualties, but the paper-mills were entirely
destroyed, and about twenty tenements, so that great distress was to
be apprehended.
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