Gerald smiled and crooked his elbow. If you know her for the vicious, scheming wretch that she is, why in God’s name—?’ ‘She’s not a vicious, scheming wretch,’ Gerald said calmly. “You know,” he muttered, “you know quite well that your troubles are far more likely to weigh upon me than my own. It would have been the right idea, had Ruth been other than what she was. The inn was a military haunt. She loved the market, the horses trotting about, the bishops forced to be on the same road with old washer-women, the fools begging for a Florin or a ducat.
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