The noise of a bolt came to Alderley’s ears. Footman or some such. She liked the high, easy swing of the thing over its big wheels, the quick clatter-patter of the horse, the passage of the teeming streets. ‘That’s better,’ said Gerald, and let her go. They were followed by Jonathan, who carried a stout stick under his arm, and planted himself near the stone. She had expected a love story; and love was totally absent. Wood's house was broken into and plundered. Just a formal marriage.
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