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It mattered not whether she flunked the year as she would soon be gone. He shrugged and, to Gerald’s relief, made to leave at last. After all, that was life. "It's a miserable weakness to be afraid of bloodshed. "Well, who'd have thought of Shotbolt beating us all in this way!" said Ireton. 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. Tell me that you are not sorry to see me again. I’ve wanted you—always. F.
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