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She spoke so savagely that the maid moved backwards as if she was almost afraid of her violence. Then, as if she knew how serious Theresa was, she said pleadingly, “Ma petite, this is not something you should do. What would your dear mother say? God rest her soul.” “Mama would tell me not to marry Cousin Rupert.” There was silence. Then Gennie said, “Let’s go to France, if his Lordship does not prevent it. But when you get there, you’ll find one of your French relations and ask them to hide you.” “And suppose they refuse?” Theresa asked. “What do we do then? Come back here with no chance of being able to escape another time? No, Gennie, if we go, we start a new life and I have the feeling that we will make a great success of it.” She smiled and put out her hands across the table.