F. “Ruin me? For what? Posterity? How could you ruin me, Lucy? What on earth are you talking about?” He got up and began to pace the room. The lunches were individual affairs: sandwiches, bottled olives and jam commandeered from the Victoria. In the distance a barrel-organ was grinding out a pot pourri of popular airs.
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