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” “Your sister,” he answered, “did me the honour of dining with me last night. A disagreeable young man, with red hair and a loose mouth, seated at the reporter’s table, was only too manifestly sketching her. She shuddered as his naked body pressed against her. 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. Womanhood is sacred to me. But that still left the forty pounds!. 1. His smile faded. ‘Would you care for some refreshment? A glass of wine, perhaps?’ ‘Nothing, merci, I do not remain,’ she answered, although she did not rise.
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