. . The couple reappeared from behind the curtains, both visibly shaken. “I don’t want children, Lucy. . ’ He strode to the fireplace behind the leather-topped desk and addressed his own reflection in the mirror, wagging an admonitory finger in his own face. The third time she escaped she reached the inconsequent barricade of the overturned table. Her courage and her presence of mind had alike deserted her.
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