How could he have betrayed her so cruelly? How could he lie and claim her as dead? Sebastian studied her carefully as she refused to cry and became like a pillar of stone. “I have never yet met a man whose intellect I could respect. She stood 218 there, broken bottle still in hand. Spurlock looked up. At this point Lucy, in an effort perhaps—foolhardy, in Gerald’s opinion—to pour oil on troubled waters, rose swiftly to her feet and came towards the old man, her hand held out. “I am bored,” she said abruptly. On the present occasion, he appeared to have bestowed more than ordinary attention on his toilette.
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