Marina gently passed the swaddled infant to his mother, who sat down on the bed proudly to nurse the baby, extracting a fat breast from her heavy gown. “My dear boy,” she exclaimed. It had rained during the night, and the patch-work pavement was greasy with mud. ‘I don’t want a hue and cry after me, I thank you. The fatal shower, from which he and his little charge escaped uninjured, had stricken his assailant and precipitated him into the boiling gulf. “I do love you. ’ Roding gave a bark of derisive laughter and left the room.
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