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. Her white shirt was mired with a central bloodstain, his pants caked with mud. He used to live in a boarding-house in Russell Square. Blood dripped down one side of her forehead.
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