She listened with dumb fear in her eyes. Sheppard, paralysed by the threat. Lucy thought of herself as belonging to Sebastian whether she liked it or not. ’ ‘It cannot be helped now. Too late. She had a vision of policemen, reproving magistrates, a crowded court, public disgrace. It was painted in the early seventeenth century by a minor artist named DuPre. She heard this standard expression of a strong soul wrung with a critical coldness that astonished herself. It’s no good. Chapter XXVIII THE HISSING OF “ALCIDE” There was a strange and ominous murmur of voices, a shuffling of feet in the gallery, a silence, which was like the silence before a storm. .
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