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‘Um—begging your pardon, sir, but—um—what was you meaning to arrest the young lady for?’ ‘Trespassing, theft, and suspicion of spying,’ announced Roding fluently. From the opposite corner under the trees a man with his hat slouched over his eyes stood and glowered at them. She tried to imagine the collective effect of the Fadden Ball; she had never seen a fancy-dress gathering in her life. Charcoal.
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