" He held out his dry hard hand into which she placed hers. "I did all for the best, as I'll explain. "Whatever your intelligence may be I will strive to bear it. “Lucy, this isn’t funny anymore. “In it lies the secret poison he used to turn you into an Oracle. Barleycorn had sent to the mat for the count of nine: unless the young fool's daddy had a bundle of coin. ’ ‘I am afraid that there is,’ Gerald told her evenly. One with the appearance of a bald little gnome yawned agonizingly. "You are a paragon of prudence and discretion," rejoined the woollen-draper, drawing his chair closer to hers. He encouraged her to join him in his debauchery.
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