“Shit!” John quickly countered, “What are you going to do? She’s a motor-mouth, Lucy, of the worst kind. She was her mother’s child, fair of face, doted upon and spoiled by her attentions. She had eaten them, murdered them routinely, and yet he loved her still. The lighting-up pierced the obscurity of the box, and Ramage stopped his urgent flow of words abruptly and sat back. For nothing will ever convince me that it is not the man’s share in life to shield, to protect, to lead and toil and watch and battle with the world at large. Do you know, Lady Ferringhall, I am proud that your sister permits me to call myself her friend. Only last night she saw me, and there was horror in her eyes. There was no reason why she shouldn’t be his restrained and dignified friend.
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