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Ian laughed. "You know, I never considered that he might not be finished his work." Ian looked away and caught the eye of a serving girl, motioning her over.
"Getting caught yes, if this tavern is on the way home from his work and he is a regular, which would explain, by the way, the reason he is sitting at the bar and not at a table, then might he not be afraid of his wife guessing his whereabouts?"
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