The ink, contained in a grimy bottle unearthed in the outhouse, was old, and made blotches as soon as it touched the paper. “I looked for you on the way home from The Big Apple, where were you?” Lucy smiled. “It’s—it’s a difficult question. ‘You know perfectly well that she is the daughter of the Comtesse de St Erme.
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