She hung about his chair, followed him to the door, touched his sleeve timidly, all the while striving to pronounce the words which refused to rise to her tongue. ‘Sergeant Trodger is who I am. Listen to me, Thames. We are expecting a visit from Sir John Ferringhall at any moment. I did not know what God had in mind then. We tolerate you for your genius, that's a fact.
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