He never finished his sentence. Fool that I was to part with my lantern! But I'll soon set myself straight. “I can’t imagine, Miss Pellissier,” Brendon said, leaning towards her, “whatever made you think of coming to stay if only for a week at a Montague Street boarding-house. ‘Ain’t my place, I know that. He could remember when women laid away their gowns in lavender—as this girl's mother had.
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