He dropped the key on the counterpane. “Why won’t you sleep in my bed tonight, Lucia, where
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it’s warm?” He asked her one night, teasing but
mournful, as she stood in her bedroom doorway in a long
white gown. “I suppose all life is an affair of chances. ”
“Isn’t it. ” She pulled a
small blue box out of the pocket of her hoodie. In some cases they were ground almost to powder; in
others, driven deeply into the earth, as if discharged from a piece of ordnance. Fortescue rambled
round the garden with soft, propitiatory steps, the Corinthian nose upraised and
his hands behind his back, pausing to look long and hard at the fruit-trees against
the wall. “But why, Lucy? Who is it
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that you are trying to hide from? John?”
Lucy closed her eyes in earnest. “A confusion of motives—that’s what I am!. “Smirched!.
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