The stairs creaked as Mark rushed down them. ” “We’ve come past it, miss,” the man answered, with a note of finality in his gruff voice. “Time for my Patience,” she said. ‘The credentials, milor’,’ he ventured. ” He shook his head, and his eyes and the mouth under the black mustache wrinkled with his smile. " "You may see the marks on the child yourself, if you choose, Sir," urged the widow.
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