A
creeping numbness invaded her. Lassitude?”
“I suppose so. ’
‘Compel me? You do not know me, monsieur. ’
A strangled sob escaped her as his thumb dug cruelly into the soft flesh of her
wrist. ‘You are related to General Lord Charvill?’
‘Monsieur le baron, he is my grandpére,’ she confirmed. It
was a great weight from her shoulders to confide in
another human being, and she suspected he did truly
believe her. Teddy handed her into the second-class compartment her season-ticket
warranted, and declared she was “simply splendid. “Does he ever ask about me?” She asked, feeling like
a cuckolded old maid. "I could," replied Thames. Beyond was another door,
on which was painted in black letters:
MR. All the fury had left her, swamped by an inexplicable flood of
warmth. "
"You may go, and welcome, Madam!" rejoined Kneebone, spitefully.
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