Annabel thought, and thought again. The slack of her ridinghabit and full under-petticoats was gathered into her left hand, and her booted ankles were visible as she held the skirts well out of her way. Her eyes threatened to leak tears, she blinked. It was late before Jonathan ventured to his own house, where he remained up all night, and kept his janizaries and other assistants well armed. ‘In that case, he is probably already dead, and you have nothing to worry about. ‘What is it?’ asked Roding.
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