His face brightened at the sight of her, and he came toward her. But, let's see the prisoner. ’ ‘Yes, it’s all my fault,’ he agreed soothingly, ‘and you may rail at me presently as much as you please. You have been to me like a mother, not only a wetnurse. 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.
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