I thought my sister and her murdered husband dragged me hither, to this very room, and commanded you to slay me. I thought Bess would have cried her pretty eyes out when she heard you was nabbed. “Are you cold?” He asked her, cocking his head to one side like a puppy, so close that the heat of his words warmed her cheek. “What’s going on with you?” John asked inquisitively, looking down at her abdomen. Perhaps you’ve heard—?’ Well, you know, he had. And me, I wish to know why you have seen him. There’s something—puppyish in a man’s usual attitude to women. She was a small blonde, not handsome, but with a flair for fashion demonstrated by her elegant chemise gown in the very latest Canterbury muslin, with its low décolletage barely concealed under a fine lawn handkerchief set about her shoulders, and decorated with a mauve satin sash at the waist. Fame of any sort was folly and she knew better. ’ He grinned.
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