Lucy clutched the pencil in defeat. ’ ‘But, Hilary—’ ‘Don’t you begin, Lucilla, for I won’t stand for it. There was a great splash of blood upon it, her hand was all wet and sticky. . She pulled away from him, placing her fingers on his lips for a moment. Wanted her out of the way because he had been afraid of her, afraid of himself! He, at fifty-four! Then into this void poured a flaming anger, a blind and unreasoning anger. ‘All right, Trodger. He has nothing to fall back upon, no substitute; but a woman always has the mother love. In Old Palace Yard everybody ran. The thought passed through his mind even as he started to cross the terrace at a jogtrot, moving to head her off.
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