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Bless a man who knows how to keep his own counsel when you can’t bear to speak.
But if you come at Miss Lion, I will come at you.”
It was the most tremendous gift, to think that a new piece of my life had briefly touched the old.
Too surprised to verbalize in any meaningful way what this meant, I gave Lady Stuart a hug, and, unlike the day before at the graveyard, she fully embraced me in return—a goodbye to the daughter that never was to be.
(There is nothing like realising one has developed a habit of drinking in front of their vicar.)
