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Melusine giggled, and tucked her hand into his. We've ridden post all the way, and I'm horribly tired, or you wouldn't have mastered me so easily. Well, my friend found us out, and would give no quarter. 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 novel danger of the situation enthralled him. They talked for the better part of an hour, and at last walked together to the junction of highroad and the bridle-path. Listening on the dimlit landing, he saw Roding’s face muscles tighten. From the opposite corner under the trees a man with his hat slouched over his eyes stood and glowered at them. Squads reached to the very portal of that centre of disturbance. There are two ways to go in, you understand.
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