The horror of those few minutes was still with her. I asked several shopkeepers the same question: ‘Do you know the blue-eyed maid with the curly brown hair? She has a mother who is fair with the same eyes. But it would be too risky. For heaven’s sake, give him some Madeira or something, Gerald! Anything to calm him down. He knew me, Nigel. A crutch, with a silver handle, stood by her side, proving the state of extreme debility to which she was reduced. ‘Stand where you are, or I shoot!’ Like lightning, thoughts zipped through her mind.
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