Her gratitude swelled within her. Thinking of Mantua, she wandered to the courtyard. "You depart for Lancashire to-morrow. Apparently she was always doomed to weep when she talked to her father. "To-morrow it will be mine. ‘Oh, peste, you make me late!’ She glared up at Roding.
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