Even her debt to him was a triviality now. ‘Talk to me another time. Lucy looked at the stains on the threadbare carpeting to distract herself, embarrassed to her core. My heart fails me. She twisted to meet him and folded into his embrace. The spinster saw herself growing warm again in the morning sunshine of youth —a flaring ember before the hearth grew cold. " "Nay, if you're bent upon this folly," observed Wild, who appeared to have his own reasons for humouring the lad, "I shan't hinder you. Under the plumed hat, her eye kindled. "It's a miserable weakness to be afraid of bloodshed.
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