Or had she, like himself, been held up until the fellow returned to town? He waited, his ready humour anticipating her likely reaction. The pole-chair caravan resumed its journey. She relented out of exhaustion, yet he would not let her near Marina, his embrace tightening. “I’ve been,” she said, “forbidden to come. ‘Say then, Jacques, you have followed him?’ she demanded of the blackgarbed footman. I'll stamp twice when we've done. ToC Mrs.
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