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Cursing under his breath, Gerald moved swiftly across and dragged her away. I was happy to oblige them, I had grown sick of the heat of the south and all the miserable sun. He did not particularly care. “But I’ve heard that he’s broken up with her three times in the past. The Trenchard estates will likewise be mine, for Sir Rowland is no more, and the youth, Thames, will never again see daylight. “One is always playing the surgeon, one kills always the thing one loves best. “I knew you wouldn’t mind. . The folds of a thick muslin neckcloth in some degree protected him, but the gash was desperate.
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