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’ Roding blinked. Light flooded the uncarpeted chamber, revealing the decayed state of the place. Not to go to her is wickeder than if I had run away with my friend's wife. The Wastrel—as we call him—cannot play when he's sober; hands too shaky. ’ ‘Don’t start arguing again, for God’s sake,’ snapped Roding irritably, dragging out his own large pocket-handkerchief. "But, if you are discovered, answer no questions, as you value your life. If you were a poet in need of rhymes, you had only to turn to a certain page. Following her lead, he fortified himself with a swallow of the excellent Madeira before responding. . “I have made no progress with my work,” she said slowly, “and the money was gone.
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