She had imagined that prisons were white-tiled places, reeking of lime-wash and immaculately sanitary. “Dear me,” she said, “I fancy you exaggerate my fame. I am not French in the least. She had to school herself to speak the words which she knew would cut him like a knife. ’ Was there a careful note in her voice? Gerald gave no sign, keeping his own tone light. "Another moment, and it'll be too late. But it was her proof. ‘Taken the girl with him. ‘My papa he does not wish me to marry the man I choose, and thus he places me in the convent that the nuns may lock me up and I cannot escape.
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