The militiaman at once thrust the old man between the shoulder blades, pushing him into the kitchen. And, if it had not been for a taste for plotting, which was continually getting him into scrapes, he might have been accounted a respectable member of society. The priceless things were gathered, the belongings packed. The next moment, a heavy plunge told that the fugitive had been consigned to the waves. Her heart in her mouth, she heard his foot scrape on the floorboard and knew from his expression that Gosse had heard it too. For all her begging she had been given the choice to go into the nunnery and “learn how to read scrolls with the rest of God’s Spinsters” by her father, but had quickly lost interest when presented with the idea of bearing babies. It is Anna again who stands between me and ruin.
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