You may enjoy your pride, your arrogance—in a coffin. I am yours for the making over. Sheppard, horror-stricken. ” Lucy’s eyes smiled and a weary closed lipped smile arose on her face. Only her face was clear, frail and delicate, almost flower-like, with the sad haunting eyes ever watching his. She opened her eyes.
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