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It was a boy baby cooing in swaddling clothes, a baby who had just been born to the butcher's servant across the alley, the maid Isobella who trailed behind, beaming. "I'm sorry, Mr. He was halfway across the ballroom, where the dancing had ceased for the musicians to take a well-earned rest, when Roding pounced on him. The colour slowly left her cheeks, the lines of her mouth hardened. A momentary petrifaction, and terror had lent wings to her feet.
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