Trodger might not need his hair dressed, but the flagon of ale that each soldier quaffed would be welcome—once his captain had departed, thought Roding cynically. One of his chair coolies had witnessed the transportation of Spurlock by stretcher to the sampan in the canal. ‘It—it is—nothing,’ she uttered jerkily. This made the eleventh. Then came the shock of the knowledge that soon he would be going upon his way, that there would be no one to depend upon her; and all the old loneliness came smothering down upon her again.
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