He was speaking slowly and carefully.
At the same time he was shocked and horrified at the mere idea of Marigold wanting to kill anyone so frail and sweet as Salvia.
“You have been through enough,” he said quietly. “I am now taking you home and then we will see to all this later. Why did you ever go into the mill?”
“I thought, as there was an old pram outside, that there – might be children playing in it.”
“So you went to save them and then those devils tied you up?” the Viscount quizzed her.
“It was all because Marigold wanted – to be rid of me,” Salvia whispered. “Although I promised to go away and – never see you again, she was going to set the whole mill – on fire and burn me to death.”
“It would have burnt to a cinder,” he said, speaking to himself rather than to Salvia.
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