Mrs. ‘Though we might
have done, if a certain addlepated clothhead hadn’t let her get away. “Too late, my dear girl,” she exclaimed. A gust of irrational impatience blew through her being. “You know about my
scandalous past?”
“Very little. There was a lot of that, John, a great deal of
hunger. And yet, on the very
site of the sordid tenements and squalid courts we have mentioned, where the
felon openly made his dwelling, and the fraudulent debtor laughed the object of
his knavery to scorn—on this spot, not two centuries ago, stood the princely
residence of Charles Brandon, the chivalrous Duke of Suffolk, whose stout heart
was a well of honour, and whose memory breathes of loyalty and valour. The
door opened, and a slightly overweight pretty blonde, an
older, wiser version of Michelle, came into view.
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