It was not a cambric curtain Ruth had drawn across that part of her life: it was of iron. ‘I wish you joy of the wench. Alcohol— would you believe it?—steadies his nerves and keens his brain: which is against the laws of gravitation, you might say. I do not choose the vicomte, for that would be foolish. Practically. ‘He just came. ‘I’m following a scent.
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