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I mean—I mean to do what I can. ‘What?’ Roding snapped, coming quickly to tower above the window seat. “I repeat, gentlemen,” he said, in an ominously low tone, “what of it?” Drummond shrugged his shoulders. “You really couldn’t ride in it,” he said, deprecatingly. She could tell it was new territory for him and he might lose the nerve to take them off himself, without the aid of drink.
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