But, if you've a spark of love for me, don't meddle with anything in that house. ‘You would read my mind?’ Gerald was pretty certain he already had, but he did not say so. He left the room, presumably to sleep elsewhere, but the only other room with a fire was the servant’s quarters. That was the glorious if bewildering truth. She was clad in fresh linen, but still wore the riding-habit she had appropriated, having sponged out the spots of blood late last night and left it to dry in the kitchens.
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