What was he doing? What was he thinking? It was less than a day now, less than twenty hours. 1. Lucia confined herself to her quarters, wondering when they would flee to the country as so many other houses had done. Only he hated the words he uttered, hated the blunt honesty which forced them from his lips. He hadn't gambled or played the horses or hit the booze back there in little old New York….
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