At this point Lucy, in an effort perhaps—foolhardy, in Gerald’s opinion—to pour oil on troubled waters, rose swiftly to her feet and came towards the old man, her hand held out. Won’t you let me—can’t I be of any assistance?” He was obviously in earnest. “Even Katy Pfister can’t touch you now. ‘For my money, you’ll not get much out of old Jarvis either. Wood fancied he recognised. ’ She bit her lip, and then turning her face away, emitted another sigh. On a small shelf near the foot of the bed stood a couple of empty phials, a cracked ewer and basin, a brown jug without a handle, a small tin coffee-pot without a spout, a saucer of rouge, a fragment of looking-glass, and a flask, labelled "Rosa Solis.
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