She should have slapped him but she was in shock at her own thoughts of lust that arose. Everything was going to hell. CHAPTER XII. “I mean to go to that dance!” she blubbered. A man, then, rushed up the entry, and, seizing the unlucky carpenter by the collar, presented a drawn sword to his throat. “Very well,” he said, “I will go. I have plenty of money, and the Duke will not be in the next Cabinet. Mercifully, John had been sick for two of the three days of Thanksgiving week, giving her reprieve from both his presence and the machinations of Katy Pfister, who was always less active on days when he was not around.
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