For a stunned moment, Emile did not speak. Without a single ornament about her neck, or hair, wearing the plainest of black gowns, out of which her shoulders shone gleaming white, she was easily the most noticeable and the most distinguished-looking woman in the room. An audible crack sounded in the kitchen and Mark slumped backwards, unconscious. Sir Rowland then fell. "I have nothing to forgive. I don’t conceal it.
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