‘Oh, dearie me, you make me feel a traitor. He well knows that but two lives—those of Thames Darrell and Sir Rowland Trenchard,—stand between you and the vast possessions of the family. The poet's appearance altogether was highly prepossessing. I—I hurt myself. He was not there. Fool that I was to marry for beauty! I ought to have remembered that a fair woman and a slashed gown always find some nail in the way. She stumbled through a thorny copse, her slippers sliding on patches of sand that gave way to rock.
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