There he was, standing with a group of men who she presumed to be the other richest men in the world. Lucy’s guts ached with jealousy and bitterness, building in a knot that twisted in her stomach, rag-like. Just go about with him. Fortescue, with a bow. If I might take the liberty, Sir John,” he added, with a humorous gleam in his eyes, “I should like to congratulate you upon your tie. The effort of self-repression cost him a sob. I came to see you on my own account.
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