‘When you’re my age, you’ll be just as hardheaded. Spurlock mused over the previous night. “I heard the other day that she’d been taken in by some cad of a fellow who was cutting a great dash in Paris, personating Meysey Hill, the great railway man. Lucy vomited onto the floor at the sight of her mother dying, the black spots expanding across her corpse. So, bloody but unbeaten, weak and spent but undaunted, he waited for the Wastrel to spring up. I’ve never had a homemade Thanksgiving meal like that. She looked into his eyes, truly noticing their gray color for the first time.
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