” Michelle gasped. ‘You give me an excellent excuse to have in the Madeira,’ said his hostess, reaching for a silver hand bell and setting it pealing. He turned round toward her and found her looking at him and standing very still. In the middle of the little town stood the shop of a Jew dealer in old clothes. Suspicion was in his face. ‘But then again, possibly not. His new wife’s face was sweet and angelic with hair the color of flax, her belly already visibly large beneath a roe skin pelt. Annabel passed on with a strained nod to her sister, and Sir John’s bow was a miracle of icy displeasure. Suddenly she understood.
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