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He seized a tray, squatted on the floor, and imitated the tom-tom. “I might go home, I don’t know. ’ ‘Get rid of the wench,’ Roding said brutally. Not up here, I think. No, I thank you. "Look at these fetters," returned Thames, holding up his manacled wrists; "they were put on by my uncle's command. “Really, Sir John,” she said, “I don’t know how to thank you. Why would militia be infesting the place? And he must by now be aware of my interest. It is not a dissipated face. I’ll need you to go back to the barracks and fetch more men up to town. I was ready to wager that your name would have marched with one of them.
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