" "And so Sir Rowland murdered his friend," remarked Wood. ’ ‘You’re going?’ asked his friend, and the note of relief was marked. He touched her breast as if he was testing the waters of a cold lake. Later on I could scarcely have forgiven you. ‘You’re only making things worse, you little idiot. To her consternation, the sound drew her great-aunt’s attention and she threw out a hand. Just as he had told Gerald would be the case, there was nothing of interest to hear, especially as he had met the girl in London only last night. She tended the twins while the Clotilde was in Sebastian’s private chambers, a place she gave a wide berth. On this side was a razor with which a son had murdered his father; the blade notched, the haft crusted with blood: on that, a bar of iron, bent, and partly broken, with which a husband had beaten out his wife's brains.
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