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the fresh air would do him good. Marcus went along Lord Street and out towards the business area of town. His intention was to consult a solicitor. Surely to God a solicitor must know what could be done. All manner of questions were rushing through his mind. Would it be possible to have the marriage annulled? How could this awful thing be resolved without shaming Phoebe? What of the child? And, least of all, would he be sent to prison? As he went up the steps to the grand panelled door which was laden with brass plaques bearing the names of solicitors, Marcus prayed there was someone there who could find a solution to the awful nightmare that had engulfed both him and the innocent Phoebe. ‘Our Dad’s in a difficult mood this morning,’ Dora yawned as she came into the parlour where Judd was pulling on his boots. ‘We’ve none of us had five minutes’ sleep altogether,’ she told him. ‘And look at you, you’re still half asleep. I reckon you’d best give work a miss today, our Judd,’ she said,
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