‘Oh my God,’ uttered Gerald in some dismay. ‘Quite wrong, monsieur. Lucia watched in fascination as Isobella nodded at her, only three years older than she, nursing her son with a contented smile upon her face. "Well?" he whispered. "I can escape to France. You'll have it down. It's too hard. Read that letter, Thames—my lord marquis, I mean.
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