I'm a slave to my word. Chapter Two ‘Our French friends are beginning to form quite a little coterie,’ remarked Gerald, covertly studying the group gathered in an alcove at the other side of Lady Bicknacre’s ballroom. “A nice time of anxiety you’ve given me, young lady,” he said, as he entered the room. He had chosen his time well. She walked with long swinging steps, scorning the thought of buses or the tube.
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