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. ’ ‘Militia, miss,’ Kimble corrected her. It's certain. ‘Something wrong, madame?’ Her fan came up swiftly, hiding the lower part of her face. Some days, his eyes were green. As soon, however, as the last solemn rites were over, and the remains of the unfortunate woman committed to their final resting-place in Willesden churchyard, his firmness completely deserted him, and he sank beneath the weight of his affliction. Dinner was served at 5:30.
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