“You leave me no choice, then,” he stated grimly. Her eyes met his. “Either you come with me to London, and—” He held up a silencing hand when she tried to protest. “And I will find you a position in my mother’s household,” he added pointedly. “Or?” she asked, her voice sullen. “Or I will have to inform the magistrate that you have stolen from me.” Her mouth abruptly tasted like acid. “You wouldn’t,” she whispered. “I certainly don’t want to.” “But you would.” He nodded. “I would.” “They’d hang me,” she said. “Or send me to Australia.” “Not if I requested otherwise.” “And what would you
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