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He had abandoned the “sir”, Gerald noted, realising that the footman’s respect
for him had dropped sharply. 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. He saw himself retreating from barricade to barricade, Ruth
always advancing, perfectly oblivious of the terror she inspired. " The Gate, which crossed Newgate Street,
had a wide arch for carriages, and a postern, on the north side, for footpassengers. Almost at
the same moment the door opened and Brendon entered, followed by the doctor. Or had she, like himself, been held up until the fellow returned to town? He
waited, his ready humour anticipating her likely reaction. “Why could you not confide in us?”
“Do what?” said Ann Veronica. Taking the
wind was her business in life.
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