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Then we can loiter and gossip to our heart’s content. Lucy sprinted to one side to
avoid the crash and grabbed at Rhea’s solitary patch of
yellow hair, which ripped out loosely in one decayed piece
like strands of rotten corn silk. ‘Grace à dieu, he breathes still. She herself, and one other there, recognized the interposition
of something akin to tragedy. ’
Her hand shook as he took it in his, and she uttered involuntarily, ‘Oh, it was
so horrible! They came like animals, with long knives that they use to cut grass,
and heavy clubs. She possessed
what he affected to despise, but secretly worshipped—the innate charm of
breeding. If the Wastrel had not turned the instant he did, the ball would have
missed him; as it was he turned directly into its path. She was naturally weaker, she would tire quicker, and she
need not concern herself with the peculiar obligations of honour obtaining
amongst gentlemen. ”
“Oh, okay. ‘Melusine, if you don’t let go my hand—’ He broke
off as she dragged a pocket handkerchief from her sleeve.
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