We can love on a snow cornice, we can love over a pail of whitewash. 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. ‘Oh, dearie me, you make me feel a traitor.
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