They were on their way back home, or so she had thought. She rehearsed the story of her forlorn long lost mother in her head, what she would say to the theorymongers. “I can’t imagine, Miss Pellissier,” Brendon said, leaning towards her, “whatever made you think of coming to stay if only for a week at a Montague Street boarding-house. We’ve done nothing to deserve it. She ran her gaze over him, and allowed her eyelashes to flutter down. It's never a bad day that has a good ending. In vain did the woollendraper offer to set him free if he would restore the stolen article, or give up his associate, to whom it was supposed he might have handed it. Let him not bear the weight of my punishment.
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