I owe his mother one, and will repay the debt, with interest, to her son. Even then she had understood vaguely that she had touched upon some philosophy of life: that one was never lonely when alone, only in the midst of crowds. ‘She won’t confide in you? Now, why?’ ‘Because that scoundrel Leonardo drummed it into her head that no man was to be trusted,’ Gerald announced viciously. ‘Oh, you are making a game with me. Long before religion and Society heard of Doubt, girls were all for midnight coaches and Gretna Green. Fly! they shall knock me on the head—curse 'em!—before they shall touch you. Lucia confined herself to her quarters, wondering when they would flee to the country as so many other houses had done. ’ Jack blinked. I'll dispose of the brat.
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