Automatically, she glanced at the slight red graze left on her neck that marked the point where Gerald’s sword had nicked her. “It’s my fault. Her face reminded him of a delicate unglazed porcelain cup, filled with blond wine. I am the richest man in England. ’ ‘But the general gave his permission. He’s the handle of life for you. "Begone! or I fire!" he cried. A lesson learned.
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