They had heard nothing, seen nothing. ” Lady Ferringhall was conscious of some relief. He then stamped upon the hand on the lower bannister, until that also relaxed its gripe. Lucy grabbed his shirtsleeve, whispering on tiptoe. He was a wonderful little creature with a perfect tiny face, mottled pink cheeks, and eyes brighter than May. She wondered if he was already tired of her, if he would rudely push her away as one would a prostitute.
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