She had recourse to the torn off strip of petticoat again, and blowing her nose with an air of determination, sniffed back the tears. If only he had known it, sympathy was almost entirely with him. He sat down. ‘Truth is, it’s Gerald who’s put me in the devil’s own temper, ma’am. Sniveling brats, little fatherless bastards, you should breathe a sigh of relief. ’ ‘Then who is this Englishman?’ demanded Gerald on a sceptical note. Through fire and water, through penury and pestilence, your hand will always be on his shoulder.
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