Blue haze had settled beyond the black silhouettes of trees, graduating to the deep violet that began the night sky. The picture in her mind altered and she saw again the way Gerald had looked with consternation upon the bruises he had inflicted on her wrist. “Who the hell are you, Lucy?” “Promise me you will never tell anyone. \"Is there something desperately wrong with your house?\" \"There is nothing wrong with our house. . She turned on the lad with her, who was visibly relieved. “You’re not interested in politics?” he asked, almost with a note of protest. ’ ‘Oh, that tragic pair,’ uttered her ladyship in saddened tones.
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