Gerald doubted there would be many eager suitors, even assuming the comtesse was keen to marry off her daughter to a foreign protestant. He’ll appoint a meeting place with you and be ready at any time to bring a message to me. “Eight pounds,” she plunged, and added foolishly, “fifteen pounds will see me clear of everything. Montague Hill?” Annabel put her hand suddenly to her throat and steadied herself with the back of a chair. ‘Oh, Marthe,’ she groaned, using in her accustomed way the French version of her nurse’s name, ‘that pig is going to monsieur le baron. “You’re not a virgin, are you?” It was as much an accusation as a question.
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