Chapter 195

• Elizabeth didn’t know what she believed. She’d thrown the accusation at him in the heat of the moment, but in her heart of hearts she prayed it wasn’t true.
• ‘Well it—it fits the facts, doesn’t it?’ she stammered, wiping the heels of her hands across her wet cheeks. ‘You—you knew all about Connie before I came to Brazil. You accused me of keeping her existence from you.’
• ‘Which you did,’ pointed out Almeric levelly. ‘But, on reflection, I do not think I can entirely blame you for that.’