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’ She gave him a straight look. It would be the culmination of her plan. “It is concerning—our future relations,” Sir John pronounced ponderously. ‘Forgive this intrusion, ma’am, I beg. Confound this slavery of sex! I am a man! I will get this under if I am killed in doing it!” She scowled into the cold blacknesses about her. “Lucy Albert, sir. There is a place—This isn’t the place. But not finding it, he had again recourse to the bludgeon, and began beating the hand fixed on the upper rail, until, by smashing the fingers, he forced it to relinquish its hold. Her eyes travelled about the room as if in appeal to the very chairs. ‘Knew you had the lad with you, and thought you were merely delayed.

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