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“I was half hoping that I might be allowed to see you home. Trodger was lying in wait at the bottom of the narrow stairs. His job as a painter was wearing him down acutely as he aged. ‘But how do you come here?’ ‘Down on a routine patrol, unluckily for you,’ he answered grimly.
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