’ For the first time since she had heard the news, Mrs Sindlesham’s features relaxed and a tiny smile appeared. “Anna of course would not accept any money from us,” she continued. “Do you think you’ll ever get married, Lucy?” Lucy shifted uncomfortably as she pulled her makeshift nightgown—an old T-shirt—over her head. Alarmed by these prognostications of a storm, and feeling too much exhausted from his late severe treatment to proceed further on foot, Wood endeavoured to find a tavern where he might warm and otherwise refresh himself. She found she was trembling at his nearness and full of a thrilling dread that he might touch her. “It is rather odd,” he said, “but I always thought that your name was Annabel and hers Anna. She had made her way since then a little further into the heart of life. It was never intended that I should marry Monsieur Valade, but after the tragedy—’ her eyes darkening in genuine distress ‘—and that he was the only survivor, he came to me in the convent and married me, and brought me to England. Heaven knows why! They don’t marry most of us off now until high up in the twenties. ’ Gerald eyed her with interest. And I am coming to believe the best as well as the most beautiful friends a man can have are girl friends. He can't play cards, either, when he's sober.
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