Every time he left a room, she chastised herself bitterly for her own profound weakness. Lucy tried not to make her cringe noticeable. "Where is he, then?" demanded the other, hastily. As he lay on his back, he fancied himself gradually slipping off the platform. Her little white hand stole across the table. The cultivated indifference, which was part of the armour of his little world fell away from him. Automatically, she glanced at the slight red graze left on her neck that marked the point where Gerald’s sword had nicked her.
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