Spurling. The last of Jarvis’s harlots must have departed in a hurry, for she had apparently left a roomful of clothes. Lord Charvill champed upon an invisible bit for a moment or two, closing the gap between himself and the girl, and muttering the name to himself in an overwrought sort of way. If only one might open the shutters and let in the light. ‘So it would appear. Pain sliced into Gerald’s hand and his sword arm jerked. She shivered, more due to his presence than the changing weather.
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