I am the cause of his ill-usage. And all to find that picture of Mary Remenham. ” 209 Clotilde was no fool. “I believe it is. She took the tray with both hands, gulped, and gave way to tears. ’ Gerald smiled. “If my own mother was alive,” sobbed Ann Veronica, “she would understand. She had been obliged to spend the night in that fateful bedchamber, the faithful Kimble—who had foraged at a nearby inn, bringing back a large pie and a jug of porter for his mistress—guarding the door outside. But are we any more free?” “Well?” “I mean we’ve long strings to tether us, but we are bound all the same.
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