“You are making your dress?” “Such as it is. A bobbing lantern, crossing the bridge—for she had not drawn the curtain—attracted her attention. ‘What has that to say to anything?’ ‘Nothing at all,’ smiled Lucy nervously. Lady Palsworthy was the widow of a knight who had won his spurs in the wholesale coal trade, she was of good seventeenth-century attorney blood, a county family, and distantly related to Aunt Mollie’s deceased curate. ‘As for an heir, I have Alderley cousins enough. “I’m not nearly so sure as you.
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