The recollection of all her unhappiness, the loveless years, the unending loneliness, the injustice of it, rolled up to her lips in verbal lava. A woman was born to have children, particularly male children. ’ He grimaced. ‘Do that again,’ he said softly, ‘and I’ll make you sorry you ever came to England. Please sit with me. ‘Come, cry a truce. Mr.
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