He had his own problems to solve, and they were much more pressing than hers. "What am I to do?" she nagged. "Go live with your mum, I suppose. At this late date, what else can you hope for?" "You know what Edith is like. I will not care for her! I will not play nanny to the demented shrew." "What would you have me say, Ophelia? Would you rather he tossed the two of you out on the road?" "You said it would never come to this!" "You said the same, but it appears we were both wrong. You'd best pack your bags—as I have done." She grabbed the lapels of his coat and shook him. "You have to help me! I've been your countess-in-fact for over a decade. I won't sleep in some decrepit bedroom in a hovel down the lane, with only a smattering of the most slothful servants to attend me. I won't abandon my spot to Anne!" "The wedding is over, which would seem to indicate that you already have." "This is all your fault." "How is it my fault? I followed every bit of your advice, and look where we are." "No, you didn't!
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