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Sharpe's been in London for a day or two now. His appointment with Wellington is tomorrow - and mutter as he might about being summoned then made to make an appointment, he knows the man and he knows his ways. So he's at a bit of a loss, today.
He wasn't expecting the door of his rented room to open on Milliways, but he's certainly not complaining when he comes in and flops into a chair.
He wasn't expecting the door of his rented room to open on Milliways, but he's certainly not complaining when he comes in and flops into a chair.