” They were in the elder Widgett girl’s bedroom; Hetty was laid up, she said, with a sprained ankle, and a miscellaneous party was gossiping away her tedium. Sir John followed her gaze, and also saw them. He wanted to become a millionaire. Can’t face a scandal. ‘But you have told them that I have been disguised, no? That I have broken into Remenham House, and—’ ‘No, no, child, don’t be alarmed,’ said her great-aunt, her tone soothing. We are nuns. He became ugly and monstrous, dunning her, threatening her, assailing her. I have been dreaming of your body and you night after night.
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