“Suppose you call me by my proper name,” she said quietly. He probably imagines himself to be a thousand times worse off than he actually is. Lady Trafford, supposed to be childless, broken in health and spirits, frail both in mind and body, is not likely to make another marriage. When they started getting on each other’s nerves, she blamed herself at first. His face was aquiline but sweet, the years had not yet taken the blush from his cheeks and his lips were similarly rubefacient. A few seasons went by where he initiated her into the disgusting rituals of killing and eating human beings, a dark time where she pined for a rescuer who never arrived. She has contrived to keep out of my sight up to this time, and I've no doubt she'll keep out of it altogether for the future. Had it not been for the Plague, she might have had her own babies.
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