She had expected a love story; and love was totally absent. She thought gleefully of the dress she would get to wear for the Ball (Prom?) and could not wait to tell her foster family about how excited she was. From a scout stationed at the northern entrance, whom she addressed in the jargon of the place, with which long usage had formerly rendered her familiar, she ascertained that Blueskin, accompanied by a youth, whom she knew by the description must be her son, had arrived there about three hours before, and had proceeded to the Cross Shovels. In a moment or two, Madame Valade recovered her sangfroid. Peg after peg had gone down his blistered throat, but never had a smile touched his lips, never had his gaze roved inquisitively. "I should think so," responded the lethargic turnkey, with a yawn.
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