Here we go, thought Gerald. Tombs were desecrated, beautiful statues toppled, and the colorful shops that she had been enchanted by along the canal had been closed or burned. I didn’t know he had Italian relatives. What of Gosse, whom those soldiers had allowed to escape? Hiding—or perhaps gone. Annabel laughed a little uneasily. Wood, with a message for Lady Trafford. “It may be her salvation. But not a word to him of Lady Trafford's absence—mind that. Then the foremost bowed and passed on. She saw marks in the dirt where he had been pacing. ’ If she suffered from dragging pain in her joints, Gerald thought it explained why her features were prematurely lined. *** Gerald vaguely noted that his junior leapt to his feet at sight of his former commander, and that Lucilla sat with her mouth at half-cock, dread in her face. Wood was unable to discover the figure of the widow, but he recognised her dry, hacking cough, and was about to call her down, if she could not find the key, as he imagined must be the case, when a loud noise was heard, as though a chest, or some weighty substance, had fallen upon the floor. But I shan't let him off thus.
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