’ ‘Listen. I was the black sheep, I was hurried out of the way. "Where is the boy?" demanded Sir Rowland. His father and his four brothers had perished, leaving him to collect all of their spoils and various kingdoms. “Cheveney!” she repeated. "Do not endanger yourself on my account," rejoined his mother. She ran down alleyways and between buildings, faster than an Olympian, until she could hear his voice no more. Lord Charvill champed upon an invisible bit for a moment or two, closing the gap between himself and the girl, and muttering the name to himself in an overwrought sort of way.
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