alex took hold of his wife 's hand . '' we consider ourselves lucky . '' '' almost guilty , '' betty added . trent understood that emotion . '' we are the lucky ones . i know it 's soon , but have you thought about what you might want to do ? '' betty glanced at her husband then back to
trent

'' no , '' he said calmly . '' leave her alone . '' his father leapt from the bed . '' do n't you dare talk back to me , boy . '' william flashed a quick glance at angeline as she drew the sheets up to cover herself . '' do n't look at me ,
william

doniger gave a low moan and backed away from the monks , who continued past him in stately fashion , ignoring him . he continued to step away , farther and farther , until his back touched something wooden . he turned and saw a wooden horse cart , but there was no horse . he saw bundles of cloth piled high on the
cart