She sat on the edge of the bed —the wardress was too busy with the flood of arrivals that day to discover that she had it down—and her skin was shivering from the contact of these garments. . How would it serve Nicholas to keep the truth from his daughter? A tiny thread of disquiet troubled him. “Pellissier,” she repeated thoughtfully. Where was the harm in letting her go? She could not get far. ’ ‘It’s too late for that,’ Gerald told her evenly. His mind was busy with a résumé of yesterday's unusual events.
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