Lady Ferringhall listened, and her cheeks grew pale. The inside was empty except for an infant, which from a distance looked utterly normal. Before many minutes elapsed, he had picked a large hole in the plaster, which showered down in a cloud of dust; and breaking off several laths, caught hold of a beam, by which he held with one hand, until with the other he succeeded, not without some difficulty, in forcing out one of the tiles. This laugh and his looks alarmed her. She had not gone by the name Lucy during those years but instead had called herself “Mary Lucia Iovelli”. He reached out a hand gropingly, sagged, and toppled out of the chair to the floor, where he lay very still. The man who came to our rooms, you know, that night was his friend.
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