And don’t tell me what you’ve been up to, dashing off to Remenham House with that Kimble lad, and Lord knows what besides, because I don’t want to know. ‘Who me, sir? Lor’ no, sir. Ruth went on to explain. " Ruth stood with drawn brows; she was trying to recall. She had time in the afternoons to do crewelwork and embroidery, no longer occupied by the constant spinning of wool. ‘She means thanks to you, General,’ Gerald translated automatically, forgetful of his old commander’s fiery temper. Cool and sunny, it seemed that God himself smiled upon that day, the sunbeams streaming through the magnificent arches dustily as the priest murmured in soporific Latin. It’s well hidden, miss. She opened the door to him herself.
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