That delightful sense of free, unembarrassed movement was gone. But though the shot took effect, as was evident from the stains on the ground, the villain escaped. Lucy vomited onto the floor at the sight of her mother dying, the black spots expanding across her corpse. “Don’t you care for Mr. The cry was echoed by twenty different voices. And, with a glance of malignant exultation, he quitted the vault, and locked the door. “Ruin me? For what? Posterity? How could you ruin me, Lucy? What on earth are you talking about?” He got up and began to pace the room. Gerald’s chest tightened.
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