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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. ‘Now what?’ The girl’s voice was shaking, and there were, he saw now, angry tears in her eyes. ” Annabel pulled up her veil. Come along, master. There was a concerted gasp of shock from both the black-garbed lad and the coachman. Wood, severely, "and go to bed. " CHAPTER XIII. “I wonder if there is anything wrong with my manners,” she said.
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