Fortunately, the window was not far from the ground; so opening it gently, he dropped into a backyard, and from thence got into the street. She could feel his warm little body trying to snuggle into her, trying to wriggle loose of his swaddling cloth. Do you expect me, I wonder. Hadn’t the stomach to admit the truth, had he? I’ll lay any money he labelled you with some foul French name as well. Its parents have perished. ’ ‘This, monsieur le major, is entirely your own affair,’ said the lady, haughty again.
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