He shook his head. . His gaze drawn, Gerald watched him dip to pick up a crushed square of white linen and a starched object that resembled a helmet. “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. As a matter of fact, I had never spoken to him before in my life. No police officers or lurking storms were anywhere in sight.
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