” “For you. ” “What did you hear?” Lucy felt herself unwillingly compelled to hang on Michelle’s every word. ‘Why do you think I told you about the portrait? I’d not seen it, of course, but I’d seen Miss Mary just before she got married, which is when it was painted. There were perches inside where she could crouch and labyrinths underneath where she could hide. The intruder was handsomely, even richly, attired in a scarlet riding-suit, embroidered with gold; a broad belt, to which a hanger was attached, crossed his shoulders; his boots rose above his knee, and he carried a laced hat in his hand.
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