. He wiped the sweat from his chin and forehead. Then fury claimed her and she could no longer pretend. "Our talking will not bother him. Lucilla clearly adored her betrothed, anyone could see that. So far he had not stirred; from his bloodless lips had come no sound. Her aunt, a faded, anæmic-looking lady of somewhat too obtrusive gentility, was still sitting with her hand pressed to her heart. ‘Nothing. She was her mother’s child, fair of face, doted upon and spoiled by her attentions.
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