Lady Lescelles, graceful, very fashionably but quietly dressed, leaned back and watched her with shrewd kindly eyes. “We have no airs and graces here, and my hat hangs from a peg in the passage. Besides, Gerald would not for the world have passed up the chance of a little excitement. This I know for at the Valade estate it was talked of very much, even that they supposed me there to be the daughter of Suzanne. ” She glanced at Brendon, who stood by her side, tall and threatening.
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