"Where?" she cried. The coach was slowing down, and he realised that they had arrived in Golden Square. " "My son!" echoed the widow, trembling. ” “Of course I am. And, lastly, to the Seven Cities o' Refuge, in the New Mint. 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. He did not move. Mike knocked on the door. “About my sister,” she repeated slowly.
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