’ Hilary’s gaze was raking the room. Lucy grabbed his shirtsleeve, whispering on tiptoe. I demand it as a right. All make the same answer—'d—n you, keep it. Yet you knew that I was not dead. His face, as he looked down where his hand sought for a weapon concealed in her petticoat, was so close that she could see only the line of his firm jaw, the drag of his powdered hair that drew it into the military pigtail, and the black ribbon that adorned it.
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