Lucy crouched by the side of the grave, her head in her hands, rocking back and forth. ‘Don’t be silly. Having accomplished his intent, Gerald let the lad go and had himself driven back to Stratton Street. There's another lad at the gate waiting for him—the same who was here just now, that Sir Rowland was speaking of, who fastened up the jewelcase for her ladyship.
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