“I drink your very good health, Sir John and Lady Ferringhall,” he said, “and I wish you a pleasant journey back to England. Ann Veronica stared at his foolish, propitiatory smile, his hungry gaze, through one moment of amazement, then stepped aside and went on her way with a quickened step. How long have you been playing?” Lucy breathed an internal sigh of relief. One thing—he could be thankful for that—the peak of his misfortunes had been reached; the world might come to an end now and not matter in the least. The rest. One’s got to be a better man than one’s father, or what is the good of successive generations? Life is rebellion, or nothing.
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