" CHAPTER XIX. “Who do you think cares for your children as you dally with my husband, Clotilde?” Lucy asked. ” He resumed, after a mouthful: “Here is a girl of sixteen or seventeen, seventeen and a half to be exact, running about, as one might say, in London. I call myself a man of the world, a man of many experiences, but I never knew what love meant—until I met your sister. And Lady Trafford having been carried down stairs, and placed within it, the postboy drove off, at a rapid pace for Barnet. " Lady Trafford sighed deeply. He said nothing, even though it was not raining. He too, when she had disappeared, called a carriage. Funny how all but the most cunning and promiscuous teenage girls never caught on, not in 1400, certainly not now. It's right Nantz. The prospect of the gallows would never deter me from taking to the road, if I were so inclined.
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