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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Mistress Wilding by Rafael Sabatini: was still in my boot, for my boot was on my leg, and my leg was in the
room with the rest of me.
"He surrendered at last, and gave me papers proving that Trenchard and
I - for I stipulated for old Nick's safety too - were His Majesty's
accredited agents in the West. I loathed the title. But . ." - he
spread his hands and smiled - "it was that or widowing you."
She took his face in her hands and stroked it fondly, and they sat
thus until a dry cough behind them roused them from their joyous
silence. Mr. Trenchard was sauntering towards them, his left eye
tucked farther under his hat than usual, his hands behind him.
"`Tis a thirsty evening," he informed them.
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