Perhaps he had lost his loved ones and was wandering over the world seeking forgetfulness. 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. “I thought I was just up against Morningside Park and father, but it’s the whole order of things—the whole blessed order of things. Once again the cavalcade was in motion, and winding its way by St. In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. He will have it that I’ve taken leave of my senses.
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