’ ‘Don’t count on it. ’ She halted, her pistol still held firm and straight, both hands gripping it, her expressive features at once determined and uncertain. Niece and aunt regarded each other for a moment over their pockethandkerchiefs with watery but antagonistic eyes, each far too profoundly moved to see the absurdity of the position. Lucy grabbed his shirtsleeve, whispering on tiptoe.
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