“Tut, tut!” he said. Thank goodness you’ll understand. “Parmesan—take it away!” He glanced at Ann Veronica’s face, and it seemed to him that she really was exceptionally radiant. He won’t have menservants inside the house, and his collection of carriages is only fit for a museum—where most of his friends ought to be, by-the-bye. ‘You will keep yourself utterly quiet,’ he instructed, a growl in her ear as they headed for the door. He hung over her—he and his loan to her and his connection with her and that terrible evening—a vague, disconcerting possibility of annoyance and exposure. Giving him a wide berth, and keeping her pistol high, she made her way to the door and warily peered through it. She wondered who the girl might belong to as she patted dirt over the shallow grave.
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