Nicholas had not dared to tell his father about the Valade girl. John knew everybody, it seemed. It rained slightly, and a thick mist gathered in the air, and obscured the beautiful prospect. "Your servant, Sir Rowland," said the stranger, ducking his head, as he advanced. "Do you think I'm afeard of a beggarly thief-taker and his myrmidons? Not I.
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