“Yes,” she answered, looking away. At this point Lucy, in an effort perhaps—foolhardy, in Gerald’s opinion—to pour oil on troubled waters, rose swiftly to her feet and came towards the old man, her hand held out. Death belongs to God, young man. “Of course,” he ventured, “I could try for more at the ‘Alhambra. “—but this cannot be.
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