Once she heard him mutter, and she leaned down. She was as fair as the lily of the lotus. He growled in his throat and, thrusting his coat open, revealed his own buckled sword-belt. They were sitting alone, Lucy. ’ ‘Comment? You wish to murder me?’ ‘No, I wish to beat you,’ he retorted. "Why, what the devil would you have had me do!—make myself scarce, eh? You should have tipped me the wink. I do not say guest because that suggests friendship; and I am no friend of this Wastrel.
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