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. Melusine fetched her stool and plonked it down next to her great-aunt’s chair. ‘Keep still, for God’s sake! Hilary will send him off all right and tight, never fear. . O'Higgins and I landed at Copeley's yesterday; and Mr. Hill was exchanging greetings with his hostess, and salutations around the table.
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