“Sebastianus? Where did my husband go?” He smiled at her gently, patronizingly, as he prevented her from movement or escape. Their houses became a refuge of ill repute, the source of rumor and intrigue in the highest echelons of society. “Why destroy me, child? There are so many secrets I 231 could tell you. She was glad when he went on: “I want to be your city of refuge from every sort of bother. Things haven't gone quite as smoothly as I anticipated; but they might have been worse. "Your uncle, Sir Rowland?" "It is no idle boasting," replied the other.
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