Unwillingly he drew a little nearer, and became one of the group of loiterers about the entrance. ’ ‘I have found Mary Remenham’s daughter,’ he repeated. “Do you believe me now?” She asked. He was a good foster dad that had never so much as leered at her, not even once. She put a hand to the lad’s cold cheek and choked on a sob. ‘Or flew in by balloon, perhaps. If he had got off, they might have hanged me, and welcome.
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