‘I might have killed you,’ she snapped, ‘if only you did not say anything. Chapter XXI
HER SISTER’S SECRET
“I think,” Lady Ferringhall said, “that you are talking very foolishly. ‘But who was he, Gerald?’
‘A damned condottiere,’ exploded Gerald, forgetting his company. Lucy sprinted to one side to
avoid the crash and grabbed at Rhea’s solitary patch of
yellow hair, which ripped out loosely in one decayed piece
like strands of rotten corn silk. He came
along, he said, just to call, with large, loud apologies, radiantly kind and good. ‘For God’s sake, let go my hand,’ he begged. ‘But don’t let me stop you from going to see Charvill. Empty, silly, coarse brutes. It was Blueskin. . “Mary!” He whispered loudly. The Jew, who was paralysed by his companion's fate, offered no
resistance, and was instantly seized. How's that strike you?"
"Very well, sir. A nurse was at the other end of the room. I suppose that shocks
one’s ideas.
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