Lucy crouched by the side of the grave, her head in her hands, rocking back and forth. ’ ‘And your precious vicomte didn’t wish for the English one,’ said Charvill, acid in his voice. It would hurt no one. The door was closed— locked,—and the pair were heard descending the stairs.
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