At this point Lucy, in an effort perhaps—foolhardy, in Gerald’s opinion—to
pour oil on troubled waters, rose swiftly to her feet and came towards the old
man, her hand held out. Anna raised her eyes. Keeping hold of the doorhandle, she turned slowly. She dismissed the idea of doing so. Hold your hand for a moment. A
few short, dark locks, escaping from beneath her head-dress, showed that her
hair had been removed, and had only been recently allowed to grow again. “Are you speaking to me?” she asked calmly. Unless it was a
jewel or locket of some kind. The likelihood is
that I shan’t see the wench again. There he sat as before, with the heavy fetters on his limbs, and
beside him sat his three companions, who had since expiated their offences on
the gibbet.
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