Instead, her husband was probably wise. The Trenchard estates will likewise be mine, for Sir Rowland is no more, and the youth, Thames, will never again see daylight. Henceforth, I utterly throw off the yoke you have laid upon me. She paused for a moment. ‘I must get a handkerchief.
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