And I don’t. He was certain that those lips of hers had never known the natural and pardonable simper of youth. He glanced up at the coachman. Never really thought about Him—people don’t. Lady Lescelles, graceful, very fashionably but quietly dressed, leaned back and watched her with shrewd kindly eyes. A chill ran through his frame, and, grasping the heavy weapon with which chance had provided him, prepared to strike down the first person who should enter the cell. The chain, which had been partially cut through, snapped near the staple. ‘Come,’ she called. She was greatly heartened by doing this.
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