‘And it is perhaps not so necessary that I do so, because Joan has told me of another who may like to say I am the daughter of Mary Remenham. Marvel, who, as he had helped to deprive her of her former husbands, thought himself in duty bound to offer to supply their place. The joke of it is that he’s married to her now, and cuts me dead. When I gave him an invitation to supper, I little thought he'd accept it. Why else?’ Gerald stared at her blankly. As she hoisted her skirts near her waist, she thought ruefully of the last time she had worn such an elaborate gown, sometime near 1910 when petticoats were still considered hip everyday garb. They are their mother’s sons. She throws a sort of spell over us all.
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