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. Somehow to-night—I don’t know. “I really owe him something of an apology. “How do you know?” “Well, it isn’t exactly a depressing state, is it?” “YOU don’t know.
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