“An uncle in New York is dead, and has left him loads of money. He must have been following her from room to room, silent in his stockinged feet. Shame and electricity coursed through her veins, flowing directly from him in a flash flood. It’s—it’s a social difference. “Lucy? Ms. Her cheeks seemed to burn, her veins ran riot, and her heart was beating so fast that she was sure he must feel it through his scarlet coat. Why should they be? She and Ramage were friends, very good friends.
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