When Jay looked back at Alexia, she was reaching inside her father’s jacket. He saw her pull out a leather wallet. She took a wad of money from it and secreted it inside her dress. ‘What are you doing?’ he said. ‘Robbing my dead father.’ She stood up and faced him. The tears had dried on her cheeks. ‘I will need this money, if I am to survive now. He would not have begrudged me taking it.’ She was not looking into his eyes. ‘I want you to go now.’ ‘I —’ ‘I want you to go,’ she repeated. ‘I will collect what I need from the carriage, and I will see to my father’s body. He will be interred in
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