“I saw—they knocked off your fetters yesterday. ’ ‘Sit down, Hilary,’ ordered Lucilla, and to Gerald’s amusement, her betrothed did so, perching on the desk close by and staring fixedly at the major. Vitally, she had the letter that proved her identity as a Charvill: the one her father had written to the Abbess when he sent her to the convent. A piece of old blanket was fastened across her shoulders, and she had no other clothing except a petticoat. A little kindness would not bring the world tumbling about her ears.
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