” His lips tightened, and he frowned with solemn resolution. 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. She fell with a plop onto her rear end in the mud and sat dumbly like a statue, water eddying around her. After all, she was a consummate actress. " "'Zounds! Captain, I shall get my death of cold. " "That is what I wanted to know," said Ruth gravely. Too damned chickenhearted to confess to me he’d run off with the woman.
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