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He’d known nothing then. Alas, he knew nothing now—but at least now he was aware of it.
“They are with my brother, and they have not been told yet.” Lord Ingram exhaled. “So as of the moment, they are all right. But they are living in a soap bubble, and a storm of needles is on its way.”
“How is the great savant?” asked Charlotte Holmes. “Cranky, as usual.” “The Good Lord ought to consider making non-cranky geniuses, for a change.” “At least he is a genius. Plenty of men are cranky without the least bit of brilliance for excuse. Gentlemen, do please sit down.”
Lord Ingram is not stupid. And any inference of guilt that starts with him doing something stupid is, by default, a line of reasoning that must be rejected.”
Perhaps she had always been a monster, but even the lady monsters of the world couldn’t escape the expectations that came of being women.
Adversity didn’t improve everyone—or the world would be filled with men and women of flawless character and sublime insight.
