Her eyes were soft and grave, and there was the faintest of smiles upon her resolute lips. He brought home her first “meal”, a man who he 77 claimed was a highwayman who had raped several women and was destined for the hangman’s noose. ” She stared before her, trying to keep back a rush of tears. It was 1582. That would be myself, or if she lived, Mary’s daughter. The unexpected twist—his disclosure to McClintock—had given Spurlock but temporary relief. Not very long, if you want to get well. As she did so the preparation-room door opened behind her. ” “It seems so—so unworthy”—she picked among her phrases “of the noble love you give—” She stopped, through the difficulty she found in expressing herself. Well might she do so, Gerald thought in irritation. I shall still wear your favor—even if it is a stolen and forbidden favor—in my casque. If I could but——” To escape from her thoughts she began to undress, humming a light tune to herself, though her eyes were hot with unshed tears, and the sobs kept rising in her throat. ‘Have no fear,’ he uttered soothingly, reaching out to pat her free hand. “What else was I to do?” For some seconds she stood watching him and both were thinking very quickly.
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