He'd have enough to do to protect himself, without attending to you. The man’s hand flashed out, but immediately afterwards an oath and a cry of pain broke from his lips. "I am coming to the point, Joan. "You are the son of Sir Montacute Trenchard, of Ashton-Hall, near Manchester. She cursed herself for a fool. “It’s a way of avoiding explanations. Perhaps it had been pick-pocketed or jostled from her dress in a hunt.
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