His large, coarse lips drew wider apart. It is only a matter of time before he presents himself to whoever has the deeds to Remenham House—a lawyer I presume—and claims that property for his wife’s. He swore that I was his wife, that chance had given me to him at last. With a moment of inward shame he remembered his deportment towards Anna. The Jacobite daws want a scarecrow. Anyhow, ten minutes after I get to work I'll be rumpling it.
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