Valade, who was standing by her chair, glancing around the packed pink-papered saloon with a heavy frown on his face, was a thickset man of coarse, reddened feature, with a discontented air. ’ Abruptly, the niggling doubt that had been plaguing Lord Charvill came sweeping to the surface. Feeling rather exhausted, it occurred to him that possibly some provisions might have been left by the constable; and, looking about, he perceived a pitcher of water and a small brown loaf on the floor. The entire city seemed to exist for beauty and art alone. ’ ‘Yes, but in fact you’ve offered me far more entertainment than any French spy could have done. ” He was silent for some moments.
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