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It is repulsive. “I’m six hundred and forty-eight, John, but guess how
old I look? Fifteen. 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. “I’m still new to them. She made me over. ‘It could not be
helped, whichever way I made my presence known. Immediately beneath her lay
Willesden,—the most charming and secluded village in the neighbourhood of the
metropolis—with its scattered farm-houses, its noble granges, and its old grey
church-tower just peeping above a grove of rook-haunted trees. I got to have you under
guard in the gatehouse, I can see that.
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