"She has fallen into the villain's hands. I’ve to collect my sword and hat, and then we must get back to London. Much too young for you. If you know her for the vicious, scheming wretch that she is, why in God’s name—?’ ‘She’s not a vicious, scheming wretch,’ Gerald said calmly. But Gosse began to drag her towards the door. "My father!" she whispered. He was not, in truth, much of a ladies’ man. The salt air was fresher than the stale air in the manor. He whispered in her ear. My only love is for my poor lost son.
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