She was to have fifteen pounds, and no more. Let your father—if he chooses, leave all his wealth to his adopted son. She untucked his starched shirt, running her hands along his smooth torso and underneath his arms. Silken open robes over full tiffany petticoats in a contrasting colour were, Lucy assured him, of the very latest Parisian design, cut by the finest French tailors. "Jack Sheppard," returned the boy, fixing his eyes upon a portrait of the Earl of Mar. Then her fingers moved. They turned off at Glen Grove, a sleepy town of less than two hundred.
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