He had meant to be master of his fate that evening and it had escaped him altogether. She HAD cried, Ann Veronica knew. Then the bridge had arched gateways, bristling with spikes, and garnished (as all ancient gateways ought to be) with the heads of traitors. “I cannot conceive,” he said, “how any other occupation could ever have occurred to you.
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