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. The pause lengthened, and he had the satisfaction of seeing despair melt the set mockery of Spurlock's mouth. "Anywhere," he said in answer to the manager's query. Shari draped herself lazily upon her unmade bed. "Hear! hear!" vociferated Quilt. ” The two congregated instantly.
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