‘I cannot possibly shoot a lady, you know. Lucy's grin faded. But it was only when that damned scoundrel nearly spitted you in the chapel—’ He broke off and, to her intense satisfaction she saw he was not as much in command of himself as he would have her believe. “Dear friend,” she said, “do not magnify me into a physiological problem. I told her it was the end. If I did not love you en désespoir, I would assuredly blow off your head.
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