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THE LOST TRUMPET
of the labourers to me with buckets and we can go
and fill them at the deserted house at the end of the
road.”
Georgios heaved a sigh of relief and turned away
nimbly. “Very well, mon colonel.” Then paused
and pointed. “Deserted ? It does not appear so.”
Lights were shining at us across the dusk from the
upper rooms of Gault’s Turkish castle.

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