. 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. Lucy found solace in the lack of sunshine, but the November cold was over the top, even for Illinois. She had been to San Francisco, and what I learned about the world was from her. It did not matter that he wore the cloth; something was wrong with him. It was a night of storm and terror, which promised each moment to become more stormy and more terrible. Opposite the gallows was an open gallery, or scaffolding, like the stand at a racecourse, which, on state occasions, was crowded with spectators.
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