“I am going to ask for your forgiveness. ‘But you said—’ Gerald tutted. “John,” she said, “I can spare you that question. “Should I leave? Sounds like she is running out of food. ‘I’ll play you at your own game,’ he growled, holding the foreshortened foil in place with rigid control. I learned of your betrothal, gleaned all the information I could simply by eavesdropping.
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