She could have traded it for gold nuggets and lived like a queen for a few weeks, but she did not. “I may not see the Widgetts for some little time, father,” she said. ‘How do you do, my lord? I am Lucilla Froxfield. Next instant he had her immobilised, her hands behind her back, her chest crushed to his, the white veil slipping once again.
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