Sowerbutt's Trip

McGaskie sat on the edge of the bed. "We've got him. I'll let his tart go if Sorbay turns tail and runs. I don't care where, across the Channel to the Fascists if they want him. Like that piece of crap, William Joyce, the cut-face sniveller. Lord Haw-Haw, the whiner. Otherwise, I'll mark her and kill her."
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