The girl wished that she had come afoot, despite the knowledge that she would have suffered many inconveniences, accidental and intentional jostling, insolence and ribald jest. ‘Don’t concern yourself, Hilary. There was no mistaking his intentions this time. "It was silly. Wild," he added, as Jonathan came up, and assisted him to secure and disarm the prisoner. Hopefully. Don’t say anything, she thought to herself, say nothing more, Martin. The candles—for McClintock never used oil in his dining room—were burning low in the sconces.
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