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. With his arms bare, the neckband of his shirt tucked in, he laboured. “‘Go it, missie,’ they said; “kick aht!’ “I swore at that policeman—and disgusted him. “I don’t know.
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