They were married in the spring, in the small church on the Wexcombe land, and Lady Margaret had been as good as her word: the drawing-rooms sneered, and the drawing-rooms came, every one of them, because not one dared be the family that had quarrelled with the old woman in grey who sat in the front pew like a fortress
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