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‘You would not turn me out, would you?’

‘But it is unseemly.’

‘You should have thought of that before you stowed away.’

‘Yes, but I did not think…’

‘That is your trouble, Miss Giradet, you do not think. I recall you promised to be good if I brought you.’

‘Good, yes. Wanton, no.’

‘Touché!’ He laughed.

‘You could have told him I was not your wife.’

‘I could, but then he would have drawn his own conclusions, to your detriment. Besides, I could see the advantages…’

‘I’ll wager you could.’

‘Do not be so waspish. Let me finish. If we pretend to be man and wife you will, as a British citizen by way of marriage, be safe from arrest even if it is discovered who you really are—or were before you married me. You will be able to go out and about openly. Otherwise you will have to stay in hiding. You may not care for your reputation, but I certainly care for mine.’

‘So what happens tonight?’ she asked.