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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. She had changed into dungarees herself and kept her hair as it was. Rage flooded her at his intent, but she controlled it. But I must, they say, and try to make me with the punishments. "Where is the boy?" demanded Sir Rowland.
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