He swore that I was his wife, and—I shot him, Nigel, as his arms were closing around me. ‘Ah, trying to be the young hero, I take it, which is why he near got hisself killed. And Lady Trafford having been carried down stairs, and placed within it, the postboy drove off, at a rapid pace for Barnet. They’re in grad school and they both live in New York. And I’m afraid. ‘Very well, then. A woman isn’t much freer—in reality.
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