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White men never went abroad without helmets. They looked out over the city, grim and silent now, for it was long past midnight. ‘I never met a rat what wandered about the place with a lantern, I didn’t,’ grumbled the old lodgekeeper aggrievedly. Before midnight, your nephew shall be safe beneath the hatches of the Zeeslang. What is it you’re after? Money, I suppose. ‘What?’ Roding snapped, coming quickly to tower above the window seat. She heard the bamboo curtain rattle slightly. He daren't quarrel with me: and if he does, let him look to himself.
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