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A young lad—Roding took him for a footman, or a groom by the neat black garb—was halted some paces away from Valade, his hat in his hand as he made pretence of fanning himself. How are you?” “I’m fine,” she said, unaware of all events except for the voice on the other line. "That's well," replied Wild, entering the house, and fastening the door. “How old are you?” “Sixteen. "Your voice seems familiar to me—and—but I'm getting a little deaf—and my eyes don't serve me quite so well as they used to do, especially by this light. He was smiling under his heavy mustache, and his head was a little on one side as he looked at her.
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