Love and lavender, he thought, perhaps wistfully. She heard her husband’s heavy tread descending the stairs, and the wheels of his carriage as he drove off. Most of them didn’t, anyhow. "You will never leave me," sobbed the poor woman, straining him to her breast. "As yet," pursued the stranger, "Sir Montacute had placed no limit to his son's expenditure. She tolerated spitballs in her curly hair and had to buy a new backpack when hers was stolen.
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