“I don’t know what to do.” Isobel paced across the parlour and back, her black skirts flicking the bookcase on one side and the sofa on the other as she turned.” I thought that she would be unhappy and lonely but it is quite the opposite. In fact it seems to me that she loves him and he loves her.”
“What were you planning to do if she was unhappy?” asked Polly, rather demanded.” Kidnap the poor little mite?”
“Do a case on him I suppose, ask some lawyer and get him in the prison for keeping my child away from me all these years. And yes, I know that it would ruin my reputation, but it is the only remedy I can think of at the moment. This isn’t a Gothic novel where I could snatch Laura and hide in some turreted castle until a Prince came in and rescued the both of us.”
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