‘For God’s sake, let go my hand,’ he begged. That he received guests of the name of Valade at all would have surprised anyone who knew his history. A white apron was tied round his waist, and into the apron was thrust a short thick truncheon, which looked very much like a rolling-pin. Even, I do not mind to study this Latin so abominable.
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