You are your own Heaven and your own Hell, Lucy. ‘You!’ ‘Yes, it is I, mademoiselle,’ he continued in his own tongue. He would be off her case just as soon as his fever for her broke and he found a lover, and she imagined he must have plenty of girls from ritzy families lining up to choose from. 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. ‘This is altogether insupportable!’ She dug a hand into the recesses of the petticoat of her riding habit and a moment later Gerald found himself once again confronting the barrel of her overlarge and tarnished pistol. As soon, however, as the last solemn rites were over, and the remains of the unfortunate woman committed to their final resting-place in Willesden churchyard, his firmness completely deserted him, and he sank beneath the weight of his affliction. I’m starving.
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