Lucy grabbed his shirtsleeve, whispering on tiptoe. " "Hold your tongue, sirrah," rejoined Shotbolt, not over-pleased by the remark, "and mind what I tell you. At the Palazzo, the cook’s cook had a team of servants under him. Very quietly, he added, “Oh Lucia, I’m sorry. They may love us, but they love us as the slave loves his captor, not as equals. This is clear over my head. ” “Oh, well!” he said, a little doubtfully, “it’s just a phase,” and bent down and rested his hand on her shoulder for a moment, with his heart beating and his nerves a-quiver.
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