"Take it," cried Wood, holding the infant towards her; "take it, and fly. Anna rummaged about in her dressingcase, and finally drew out a letter. ” She stared before her, trying to keep back a rush of tears. There was one letter. She felt sickeningly empty. The smells of skewered fennel, roast chicken, and broiled pheasant saturated the air, and she could smell other wonderful aromas about them. 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. She still could not muster the strength to leave.
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