’ Gerald infused sympathy into his voice, and deliberately addressed himself to Madame. ‘Don’t let us quarrel over your Leonardo,’ he said, summoning a faint smile. Wood brought up. Think! Had you not better hurry back before Sir John discovers? You are his wife right enough. She was clad in fresh linen, but still wore the riding-habit she had appropriated, having sponged out the spots of blood late last night and left it to dry in the kitchens.
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