’ Abruptly, the niggling doubt that had been plaguing Lord Charvill came sweeping to the surface. Had she expected to wed Valade herself? Had the fellow broken a vow of betrothal, or abandoned her? He must find out more. I will no longer be a burthen to those upon whom I have no claim, but compassion. This she would not endure. He went over his interview with her again, their conversation at dinner-time. " "What'll it cost to have you all to myself for the day?" Ah Cum named the sum. This person, whose age might be about forty, was attired in a brown double-breasted frieze coat, with very wide skirts, and a very narrow collar; a light drugget waistcoat, with pockets reaching to the knees; black plush breeches; grey worsted hose; and shoes with round toes, wooden heels, and high quarters, fastened by small silver buckles. What are you after?’ ‘But my pistol and dagger, imbecile,’ she exclaimed impatiently, moving sharply back. " The Wastrel rushed.
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