“Fighting goes with loads of its own baggage, John. ” Lucy blinked from the winter sunlight and reached behind herself to yank at her hood. “Shut up, you little faggot. Hogarth, didn't I see you last night at the ridotto with Lady Thornhill and her pretty daughter?" "Me!—no, Sir," stammered Hogarth, colouring.
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