All
men are bloody fucking hypocrites. After all, if Valade—or
no, what did you say was the villain’s name?’
‘Gosse,’ Melusine supplied. There's a feather in your
cap! No house-breaker was ever so highly honoured before. And you think I would
marry you?’
‘Why not? I am unworthy, eh? Because I am a servant. If she had once known him, if he
were some former neighbour, it would be comprehensible. A post-chaise seen in the road first
alarmed us. “And where,” he asked, “are my rivals?”
“Deserters,” she answered, laughing. Unless we can get some optimism into him, he'll probably start this all
over again when he gets on his feet. Come, make yourself scarce. Miss Garvice repeated again, and almost in the same words she used at every
discussion, her contribution to the great question. A slight cough uttered by Jonathan at the moment awakened
the echoes of the place, and was returned in hollow reverberations.
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