Her Faithful Knight — page 267: what you’re looking at

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His Liege Lady. 263 keep house for me in St. John’s Wood, Ashgrove Road, where our home is. This will be the quietest and most out-of-the-way spot you can wish for, and I shall know you are safe. Being in a newspaper office, I can collect all news for you, and no one will dream of looking for you there.” She was silent for a moment. Then she looked up quickly. “Surely,” she said, “it would injure you if I were found in your house. Remember who I am—a woman accused of murder, and who dares not face her accuser—a stran- ger to you——”’ “Long ago,” he said, interrupting her, “I knew you would want my help some day. There is nothing I would not do for you.” His tone was very quiet, but his words startled her. “Please, please have no illusions, no mistakes in my case,” she said; ‘‘and, above all, no sentiment. All that is out of the question with me.” “T know it. I know that you are married, and the name of your husband.” “His name?” “Sergius Trevelyan. I will tell you some other time how I found these things out. They will have nothing to do with my offer, my entreaty, that you will come and stay with us for a little while, until you can see your way more clearly.” “But the others, your aunt and cousin, they are women, and I think women are more suspicious than men. They would surely not welcome and conceal a woman who is a perfect stranger to them and accused of a terrible crime?” “They will do just as I tell them. They are not either of them clever, and they are both very kind. But my plan is that you come as the widow of a fellow press- man, a former colleague of mine. My aunt and cousin OA, michboo S (E(@)