Annabel looked up and down the empty street, and then turned to her sister. ‘As Madame Valade, you will be an émigré, not a nun. 32 The curtains and tapestries had appeared over the windows before Marina had died, growing moldy from the dampness and the oils of lavender, clove, and clary sage soaking them. “I have answered all your questions,” she said. She had noticed a twenty year pattern emerging, and funny how opportunity seemed to strike just when she was getting truly anxious. ’ ‘So I see. "Well, Lady Trafford," he said, fixing a severe look upon her. And who knew if the men that Gerald had posted there would follow her to protect her somewhere else? In truth, where were these soldiers? She could not see them, although she assiduously searched the mist-shrouded square from the vantage point of the bay window in the large first floor room which had become her headquarters.
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