There was little fighting spirit here. “I suppose you could at least tune it for us if you know how to play. If you know her for the vicious, scheming wretch that she is, why in God’s name—?’ ‘She’s not a vicious, scheming wretch,’ Gerald said calmly. She loved to be told to do things. "How long shall I be here?" he asked. It was her figure, her style of dress, her manner of arranging the hair. Her mind invoked her husband, who she imagined lying dead in a ditch somewhere, tortured and killed by brigands or perhaps eaten by creatures like herself, a fate he actually deserved.
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