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. ”
“Above all, no one except I can know what you are. But oh, how weary I
am! I know. And when I have steeped him to the lips in vice and
depravity; when I have led him to the commission of every crime; when there is
neither retreat nor advance for him; when he has plundered his benefactor, and
broken the heart of his mother—then—but not till then, I will consign him to the
fate to which I consigned his father. He took a handful of the gravelly mud, with which the
platform was covered, and threw the small pebbles, one by one, towards the
gleam. He looked eager and flushed and troubled. He was tall, slender, and suave. Go quickly and call him.
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