He dismounted with a thud, his heavy, knee-high boots shaking the floor boards and rattling the massive crystal chandelier overhead. He carelessly shoved open the parlor door which banged against the wall. Inside, he started at the disturbance and the other man in the room, perched at the oversized mahogany desk, jumped up in anger. She did not budge and seemed to dare the darkly menacing general to make her. He had opened the door expecting the visitors to leave, but when they didn't, he awkwardly stood there like he was a servant rather than a major general. Lieutenant knew enough to keep his mouth shut. He held his ground with Mother, tapping his blackthorn stick on the floor nervously and clutching his crucifix with the long thin fingers of his right hand. But he did not speak

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