She looked in the glass over and over as she checked for lint and makeup streaks. 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. Always her prayers ended—'And may my beautiful mother guide me!' No.
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