He crossed the street, brandishing his silver-topped cane in a gesture of defiance as cabbies, coachmen and carters shouted and swore at him for scaring their horses, and by some miracle he reached the pavement unscathed. ‘I’ve spent the morning looking for you, Bramwell.’ His angry gaze rested for a second on Lucy. ‘And I have a bone to pick with you too, Miss Pocket.’ ‘I’ve nothing to say to you, Linus,’ Bram said calmly. ‘And I doubt if Lucy wants to speak to you either.’ ‘You owe me money, Southwood.’ Linus barred their way. ‘In fact you are both in debt to me.’ ‘If anything you owe me.’ Lucy faced him with a defiant lift of her chin. ‘The money you gave me to support your children won’t keep them fed and clothed forever.’ Linus shook his cane at a couple of flower sellers who had stopped to stare at them. ‘I suggest we go somewhere more private to continue this conversation.’ ‘This is nonsense and you know it.’ Bram placed a protective arm around Lucy’s shoulders.
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