Is all your house on the same scale of magnificence as this, Annabel?” she asked, looking round. It was not only Leonardo who had instilled in her this distrust of men. 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. And there arose too, a background of shouts. His cheeks were puffy, and his eyes blood-shot.
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