You are you. ” “You would marry a divorcée?” she asked. She was her mother’s child, fair of face, doted upon and spoiled by her attentions. But I'm resolved to see Lady Trafford. Then light footsteps became audible, descending the staircase with a certain deliberation and a faint rustle of skirts. CHAPTER XXVII His idea, cleverly planned, was to shatter her resistance, to confound her suddenly by striking her mind with words which would rob her coherent thought.
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