Aware of the footman hovering, and the hackney coachman’s curious eyes looking down from his box, Gerald leaned a little towards her and spoke in a lowered tone. "Miss Enschede, you're seven kinds of a brick!" "A brick?" He chuckled. He had bled everywhere, but she had struck when the opportunity was ripe. Her hair was the one part of her that did not exude the air of wealth. In twenty minutes we meet in the hall, remember. I'm sorry.
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