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. " Downstairs he sought the hotel manager. “I suppose there’s no way of getting a decent income—independently. Tell me, Sir," she added, with forced calmness, and grasping Wood's arm; "what has Jack done? Tell me in a word, that I may know the worst. ” “I know—” said Ramage, with sympathy.
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