"A friend," replied Jonathan, uncocking the pistol, and placing it in his pocket. Lucy could see her striding down a Parisian catwalk quite easily. “You are very kind to think of it,” she said, “but—don’t you think perhaps—that I had better not?” He smiled indulgently. “Oh, I know you would stop me if you could.
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