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Jealousy dug its long sharp claws into his heart He sucked in a breath, determined not to let his mother’s bitterness infect hi that happened on the night father forced us fro inn”

His h she no longer kne to breathe air, opened herto win your affections,” she finally countered

“I knoas Andrerote the letter to Isabella” It was a wild guess There had been nothing fe abrupt pen strokes It was possible Andrew could have deceived their uilty “He confessed to his part in the deception, and now it is time to confess to yours”

“What deception? You make it sound so distasteful You were si and hopelessly naive” She raised her chin and stared down her nose in a look of disgust “Andrew did what he thought was best”

“Andreas a jealous, spiteful prig ould sell his soul if it served his own end”

His ed breath “How dare you speak ill of the dead”

A fiery rage coursed through hi Let us discuss the part you played in it all,” he said in a tone just as hostile

“That’s enough” His ed her hand on the table “I’ll hear no more of it I insist you leave this house at once”

Tristan smirked “I’m afraid this is my house If anyone is to leave here, it will be you”

He felt a faint flicker of remorse This was not the relationship he wanted to have with his hts turned to Isabella, a woman with no one to care for her, a woman whose life had been ruined out of jealousy and spite

“Leave? And where do you expect o?”

“Perhaps a visit to Ripon will help with your recovery Catherine would relish the company” Indeed, his sister and her husband could share the burden

“Ripon? Ripon!” She glared at hi, reproachful eyes “That woo Just as her mother did before her”

So incensed was she that she spoke in riddles

Tristan jumped to his feet “Before I call for Ebsworth and instruct hiain by your interference”