Claiming Lucy
"Ah John," My father greeted me as I arrived at Greatby in great haste as the summers afternoon became the early evening, "You're here at last." "At last?" I queried as I stood in the entrance hall all filthy from the road, tired and hungry as I had ridden like a madman and quite ruined my horse in the process, "What do you mean at last?" "I sent for you to come at once," he insisted, "Mr Braithwaite has gone long since." "Braithwaite," I queried, "Who is...