Capes. “Mid-thirties. "There's his knock. “How are you, Lucy?” Martin ran to catch her in the crowded hall. As she did so, the ruffles to the jacket of her riding habit fell away, exposing livid blue bruises about her wrist, ugly in the light of day from the window at their back. The necessity of defending herself and assuming a confident and secure tone did much to dispell the sense of being exposed and indefensible in a huge dingy world that abounded in sinister possibilities. The smell assaulted them even before they entered the restaurant, greasy and savory.
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