142 < 18 > THE HIGH PRICE OF FAME Michelle became a constant in those weeks, basking in the shame-ridden celebrity that had been created around Lucy. She kept trying to shut her legs, to stop the baby from coming out. "Then it is not too late to save him. "Your health, Kneebone. She would often steal away to tryst with him in the orchard, even now she felt her loins grow warm with the memory of his ardor. ’ He made a pretence of rising and making a sortie to the corner to see if anyone was there. Always her prayers ended—'And may my beautiful mother guide me!' No. ‘Do please continue,’ Gerald begged, deceptively docile. ‘But lay him down. Anna thrust hers into her pocket unopened, and for the first time left the house without a smile upon her face. He had been gone entirely one day, for yesterday afternoon he had departed from Remenham House, and she had waited with patience like a saint, and now it was again the afternoon. '—'Pretty well,' says I; 'you're not badly off at the Friars, for that matter. After what seemed like an eternity he turned right onto a dirt road that ended unceremoniously at a copse of leafless trees. Her voice recalled him.
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