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“We had no idea,” Lady Burnham said with a little sob in her voice, “that my husband was – having us – watched and he is determined, yes – determined to have his revenge on the – Marquis because – he hates him!” “How can he do anything so horrible, so cruel to – you?” Ajanta asked. She thought it was even more horrifying because Lady Burnham was so beautiful, while the way she spoke and the tears that misted her eyes made her seem so pathetic that she wanted to comfort her. “The main reason,” Lady Burnham answered, “why my husband has always – hated the Marquis is that the Marquis’s horses are – better than his own.” “Then why did you – ?” Ajanta began, then realised it would be an impertinent question and stopped speaking. “I fell in love,” Lady Burnham admitted. “How could I help it