The vestry door opened to the mews behind, and not to Golden Square. 133 “TRY ME!” He yelled, his voice booming into the cacophony beyond the walls. 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. “But don’t you know about me?” he said at last.
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