She would be in the library, her favorite place, or on the bench by the colored glass window with her embroidery. Sheppard's ward, Sir. It had been part of her wedding trousseau, a gift from her family to his. ” She was able to go straight to her room without delay, and she at once locked the door with a little sigh of relief. ‘He can’t be Valade, that’s certain,’ mused Gerald, unheeding. ‘Softly, you say?’ she uttered, raging.
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