
Monday: “But the
earl will not be so liberal with his wife’s conduct. I really cannot allow you
to enter that cottage.”
Tuesday: She blinked
rapidly and hard until the vision of that horror retreated. Let him think the
sun’s brilliance stung her eyes.
Wednesday: It should
have been Robert standing here, holding her, kissing her . . .
Thursday: It was the
one weapon Odo possessed to wound her, and he had used it.
Friday: (Marguerite
thinking of her grandfather) But you did not live. You left me alone and I
have found someone to love me and I cannot live my life for a memory, however
dear.
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