What you said wanted saying. It makes no difference. The time was the 26th of November, 1703: the place, the Mint in Southwark. 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. ‘Tell me the truth, Melusine.
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