The angels in Heaven shall not tear you from me. Will you answer me a question first?”
“If I can,” Ennison said. At the back of her mind, dim and yet
disconcerting, was the perception that she herself did not know what she wanted. Her aunt, a faded, anæmic-looking lady of
somewhat too obtrusive gentility, was still sitting with her hand pressed to her
heart. I hadn’t heard of him
before the trial. “You’re not a virgin, are you?” It was as much an
accusation as a question. He might call
her wife, but she refused to give him his wedding night. ‘She obviously
likes Leonardo. Your laugh
reminds me of—of——"
"Whose, Sir?" demanded Jackson, becoming suddenly grave. “I’m so glad you’re here, Peter,” she said.
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