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Breakfast, too, was an impossible occasion. ‘Why?’
‘Why take me to France? Why trouble himself with me, when so easily he
could leave me to this Monsieur Remenham to keep?’
To Melusine’s instant suspicion, Martha bit her lip, drew a breath, and avoided
her charge’s gaze. ‘But, Gérard—’
‘Don’t start arguing,’ he said in a tone that brooked no defiance. "
In less time than Hobson had mentioned, the carriage was announced. He
heard Rollo's stump beat a gentle tattoo on the floor. Jack's complexion was that of a gipsy; Darrell's as
fresh and bright as a rose. "At length I am my own master," murmured the knight, as his foot touched the
strand.
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