She flew up from her stool and faced the door. “Oh no, you’re breaking up with me, aren’t you?” “No Julian. "There, Sir," she added, unlocking the door, "you can go in. “You should probably wash all of that stuff off of yourself. ‘Sergeant Trodger is who I am. ’ He flushed. I’m not ashamed—of the things I’m doing. He had dungarees on and a blue work shirt. “Quite alone, sir.
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