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"I do not know," Joanna murmured, "I do not know the answer to either question. As to hair, he is not like father. What he has is soft and fine, and he is so fairit is pale gold on his body. A cut would show, I fear. As to his willingnessif he believed me, of course he would, but he is so jealous"
"And he is so young," Alinor added somewhat troubled. "There are other ways, but they are easier of detection, and if Geoffrey should discover the trick you will never convince him of your innocence."
"Can you explain to him, mother, that you had this trouble?" Joanna asked anxiously.
"Not I, nor Ian either. For us to speak of such matters would only increase Geoffrey's suspicions. After all, Joanna," Alinor pointed out, smiling faintly, "we might be a little prejudiced in your favor. No, I will speak to Ela. I told her the story long ago. I need only remind her now. If she will explain to Geoffrey, it will be best."
"Will he believe her?" Joanna whispered. "Will he believe anyone?"

 
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