“Waste of bloody time, that is. No point in it,” he had said again and again, arguing that the bank wouldn’t loan her any money for any purpose. But as he didn’t have a better idea, Kerry was determined. She was not going to let Moncrieffe win, not until she had drawn her last breath. So she had donned her black bombazine, packed a small, worn red satchel—complete with the gun Thomas made her take—and slipped a beautiful, triple strand of pearls into a small pocket sewn on her petticoat. When May protested her intention to use the pearls as collateral against the debts, Kerry had lost her patience with the lot of them. Could they offer a better solution? No. She had no idea what she was doing, was frightened unto death with what she was about to do, and did not need their doubts at this moment. What would the bank say to it? The pearls had belonged to her great-grandmother, then her grandmother. Her father had given them to her as a wedding present. The memory of her wedding did not improve her black mood, nor the memory of the summer ball at Moncrieffe House, the only other time in her twenty-seven years she had worn the pearls.
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