Her mind invoked her husband, who she imagined
lying dead in a ditch somewhere, tortured and killed by
brigands or perhaps eaten by creatures like herself, a fate
he actually deserved. He stood up abruptly and went to the window. “It’s—it’s a
difficult question. ”
“Okay. Lucy changed into her Goodwill jeans
and sweatshirt, plastering her hair down with an elastic
band and securing it under a tight hood. ’
Gerald tutted. Here was an appalling fact: all her previous loneliness had been
trifling beside that which now encompassed her and would for years to come. She was perhaps as near tears as ever before in her life. "Now come along, Jack. “It makes me feel,” he said, “that nothing is impossible—to have you here
beside me. “I wonder,” he said, “is there anything we could do to help you to get rid of
him?”
“Can you think of anything?” Anna answered. He’s a catch, Lucy. For most of a long and fluctuating night she was fairly confident that she
would find work; she knew herself to be strong, intelligent, and capable by the
standards of most of the girls she knew. By
your father, Sir Montacute Trenchard's will, you are aware,—and, therefore, I
need not repeat it, except for the special purpose I have in view,—you are aware,
I say, that, by this will, in case your sister Aliva, died without issue, or, on the
death of such issue, the property reverts to Constance and her issue. "
The Wastrel rushed.
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