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It filled her with indefinable fear. 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. Hill’s first night back amongst us, too. You did not find him, but did you find his pistol? In the room beyond the bookroom there—a big room where a table had fallen.
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