He hanged your first husband. ” “And no one else—has a key?” “I believe,” she said, “that that man must have one. And I’ve read, and thought, and guessed, and looked—until MY innocence—it’s smirched. We will beg our bread and our shelter, and our passage on a boat. org. ‘You cannot read my mind at all, monsieur.
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