’ ‘Then what?’ demanded Lucilla in a hushed tone. There were dark rims under her eyes, soft now with unshed tears. I must not let you go again. ’ ‘This, monsieur le major, is entirely your own affair,’ said the lady, haughty again. “Miss Ellicot!” Brendon echoed.
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