Ain’t enough as I’ve got militiamen quartered on me this se’ennight, lazing about all day, eating me out of house and home and drinking my liquor into the bargain. 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. He raised her to a sitting position. " "You cannot help yourself, Sir Rowland," replied Jonathan, contemptuously. Anna was more difficult. His literary instincts were reviving. So he made merry at the dinner table, told comic stories, and was astonished at the readiness with which she grasped the comic side of life.
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