“Why can’t you tell people that you are what you are? Why all the secrecy?” She looked beyond the farmhouse. Read that letter, Thames—my lord marquis, I mean. And I’ve read, and thought, and guessed, and looked—until MY innocence—it’s smirched. The quarry had passed out into the open sea.
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