Always her prayers ended—'And may my beautiful mother guide me!' No. ‘Nothing would do for her but to come here,’ grumbled Hilary, wiping his heated brow with a pocket handkerchief dragged from his immaculate white uniform breeches. He really deserves a better fate, does he not? He is so beautifully persistent. ‘Very well, arrest me.
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