Lucy aimed the firearm at Rhea’s chest. It does not matter to him either way. She could not speak. She slid her cheek down the tweed sleeve of his coat. “What can you do?” she asked. “You are Sir John Ferringhall,” she repeated. ” Courtlaw was pale and dishevelled. ” Ogilvy reflected. "Woman, your wits are fled!" And so it seemed; for all the answer she could make was to murmur distractedly, "I can't find the key.
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