He ignored her protests in order to pursue some impressive line of his own. “It was not necessary,” Sir John answered stiffly. ‘She won’t confide in you? Now, why?’ ‘Because that scoundrel Leonardo drummed it into her head that no man was to be trusted,’ Gerald announced viciously. David Courtlaw—Sir John Ferringhall. "I disbelieve the whole story you have told me. We’ll leave him here, with a couple of others. Not once during the ceremony did the two look at each other, but riveted their gaze upon the lips of the man who was forging the bands: gazed intensively, as if they feared the world might vanish before the last word of the ceremony was spoken. Her head rose. The same look she had often seen in the eyes of the drunken beachcombers her father had brought home, and it had not filled her with horror. I would be chased by every curious party on this planet, by vampireseekers, by witch-hunters, by researchers, you name it.
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