Lucy felt the hairs on her neck rise. And his scarlet coat had nothing to do with it, as Hilary was fond of recounting, for he had been in civilian clothes when they met, as he was tonight. He shrieked with agony, and clung with desperate tenacity to the roughened stones. Nasty, damp passages. She longed to own something lasting, anything, but knew her wishes to be stupid.
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