It is
I who am persecuted by the man who calls himself your husband. If ever I could bring myself to ask you any favour, I would ask you to forget
even as I have forgotten. No sterner head was ever beheld beneath the
cowl of a monk, or the bonnet of an inquisitor. "
"It wouldn't surprise me if he did," remarked Griffin. ‘Be quiet, man,’ snapped Hilary, watching the Frenchman go by with the lad
after him. ”
She let him make love to her that night. This forthright dame was so excited,
she could not keep still, but paced about the parlour much as Melusine had done
earlier. The bed was hard
beyond any experience of hers, the bed-clothes coarse and insufficient, the cell at
once cold and stuffy. A single glance served to
show the thief-taker how matters stood. “Pretend,” he said, “that all I have said hasn’t been said. 127
“But Mary Lucia, it isn’t what it looks like! She’s an
old friend, there’s nothing serious going on!”
Without a word, she about-faced and flew down his
steps, running fast, jumping four steps at a time.
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