“Ruin me? For what? Posterity? How could you ruin me, Lucy? What on earth are you talking about?” He got up and began to pace the room. He stood there, large and dark, enunciating, in his clear voice from beneath his large mustache, clear flat sentences, deliberately kindly. A silver necklace enhanced the dusky beauty of her neck. He seemed to possess a penetration and cunning beyond his years—to hide a man's judgment under a boy's mask. They don’t know who did it, actually.
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