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54 \"Yes?\" \"No one says 'Oh my word' anymore. “Yes. ” She was frightened—his anger always did frighten her—and in her resolve to conceal her fright she carried a queen-like dignity to what she felt even at the time was a preposterous pitch. Lord Charvill’s sense of justice would not, however, allow him to repudiate his granddaughter, if indeed this female proved to be the infant lost to the family so many years ago. Mary Remenham had passed on her every feature to the daughter whose advent had taken her from this world. It would be too mortifying. It seemed to him that a sort of mist had risen up between them. Who could guarantee a safer existence outside Florence? That Sebastian seemed to have a weird immunity to the Pestilence was a trait that went unquestioned, unanswered. "I am twenty," said the girl. ‘But it is not on the horse at all, Jacques. “My dear Annabel,” she said, “this is delightful, but I thought that it was forbidden. You know they say, as, indeed, I have just quoted already, that all bad poetry is written in a state of emotion, but I have no doubt that this is true of bad offers of marriage. ‘Whither away, mademoiselle?’ he said grimly, ungently grasping her arm above the elbow. "That would be certain destruction.
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