Annabel, I was lying. ’ Colour suffused the man’s face. Refused admittance, they broke open the door. He suddenly became eloquent and plausible. 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. The other lay unconscious in a heap.
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