Lucy had been ignoring her, not purposefully, but
noticeably. It was
obviously pitched well, hitting her head at a good thirtyfive miles per hour. “Do you know him?”
Lucy replied, “No, I haven’t met him. Men had tried to kiss her—
unshaven derelicts, some of them terrible—but she had always managed to
escape. ‘Forgive me, Mrs Sindlesham, but do you tell me this inheritance that
Melusine has fought so hard to recover is completely wasted?’
The old lady gave him a sharp look. He would come swiftly to her aid, she knew it. But the current
rumblings of internal discontent across the Channel were productive of unease in
certain quarters. “And I’m
not happy. Their conversation degenerated again and again
into a strain of self-congratulation that would have irked an eavesdropper.
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