“You are of the genus obstinate,” he said. ‘A spitfire, ain’t she, sir?’ Roding ignored this. Lucy felt her eyes misting up, turning traitor. And, mind! no prevaricating—nothing but the truth will satisfy me. “I can’t. ‘Lord,’ Gerald uttered, his inexplicable annoyance evaporating.
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