He passed his arm under that of the constable, and drew him aside. ‘Your mystery lady, I mean. Leave the rest to me. Living, he knew that he would never send that letter. As he looked up at the massive tower, the clock tolled forth the hour of midnight. “But you do not know,” she whispered, “whether I am a married woman or not. Until that moment, Jarvis had imagined the child to be safe in the wet-nurse’s cottage. It is only the women matter. Both of them.
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