‘Lord,’ he uttered, glancing about with a disparaging eye. Her eyes followed him. Outside stood a stocky, combat boot-clad girl of seventeen with a teased mass of spiky bottle-black hair. I was reduced to 170 a fool, for there were many pretty women from all walks of life in that teeming city. ‘What are you, a nincompoop? She was Nicholas’s wife, of course. I want you. Lucia confined herself to her quarters, wondering when they would flee to the country as so many other houses had done. 272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness. But she did not speak. ‘But the major—’ ‘The major can say nothing at all. "Auntie?" he cried.
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