’ ‘But you must,’ Gerald said, quite as if he meant it. And you’re as clean as fire. Lucy’s guts ached with jealousy and bitterness, building in a knot that twisted in her stomach, rag-like. ‘I’m only a poor country wench, child. Before midnight, your nephew shall be safe beneath the hatches of the Zeeslang.
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