It was perfectly logical. ‘Is there a resemblance?’ ‘This is Mary Remenham?’ ‘That is my late niece, yes. Blueskin might have butchered you and your brat before I'd have lifted a finger to prevent him, if it hadn't suited my purposes to do so, and he hadn't incurred my displeasure. But to England! What has happened, then?” Already the terror of a few hours ago seemed to have passed away from the girl who leaned back so lazily in her chair, watching the tip of her patent shoe swing backwards and forwards. Little by little, she stopped hating him. I believed that she was my wife, or she would have been safe from me.
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