The vestry door opened to the mews behind, and not to Golden Square. " At the sound of his voice every vestige of colour fled from Winifred's cheeks, and the work upon which she was engaged fell from her hand. Most of the time, he was hunting and he returned at night. “But where are you going? Lucy, you’re safe here.
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