"He's not my son," rejoined the carpenter. But although startled and clearly afraid, there was no self-consciousness in her gaze and she was standing her ground. He did not care whether the stories were accepted or not. Wood then led the way up a rather high and, according to modern notions, incommodious flight of steps, and introduced his guest to a neat parlour, the windows of which were darkened by pots of flowers and creepers. ‘Who’s this, then? Not soldiers again. He was a large oafish man, a man that seemed deceptively harmless, and some thought him slightly retarded. I just thought perhaps a different boy was in store for you. He growled in his throat and, thrusting his coat open, revealed his own buckled sword-belt.
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