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. The smells of skewered fennel, roast chicken, and broiled pheasant saturated the air, and she could smell other wonderful aromas about them. Old and dilapidated, the widow's domicile looked the very picture of desolation and misery. ‘Cover her, men. 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. ’ ‘Ha! You’re Catholic, too, damn his eyes,’ growled the general.

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