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Chapter 14-4
Charles knocked on the door of Harry’s room as the waitress stood beside him, holding a huge tray of food. Harry opened it and let them in. Julian was seated on the bed in an enormous nightshirt looking much better than he had earlier. They all waited until the girl had put down the three plates of mutton pie and a huge plate of twelfth night cake and cheese. The door closed and Charlie let go of a breath he hadn’t realised he was holding. “How are you feeling?” he said to Julian. “Much better. Thank you, Captain Farrington,” he said. “Call me…” He hesitated a moment and then smiled. “Call me Charlie.” All three of them fell on the food as though they hadn’t eaten for months and drained the mugs of ale that came with it. “You must be getting tired of fruit cake and cheese,” Charles sa
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