She pulled down her veil and made her way to the door. The morning of Monday the 16th of November 1724 at length dawned. “You see,” he said, “from my point of view you’re grown up—
you’re as old as all the goddesses and the contemporary of any man alive. Will you be a faithful and honest
wife? Will you do your duty by him, and forget all your past follies? Unless,
Annabel, you can——”
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