Chapter Thirty-Four
Devereux refilled the glass and thrust it into Perry’s hand. “Now explain this nonsense about not being friends.”
Perry looked away from those hard, angry eyes. He put the glass down on the table. “Dev, I told you, I have no—”
“I understand that you’re not flush in the pocket, but I don’t understand why that means we can’t be friends.”
“Because we live in different worlds.”
“Nonsense,” Devereux scoffed, sitting back down.
“It’s not nonsense,” Perry said, beginning to grow angry himself. “How much did that waistcoat cost? What about your shoes? That coat you’re wearing? I earn eighty pounds a year, Dev, and you’re wearing clothes worth three times that!”
“Then let me give you—”
“Don’t!” Perry said fiercely. “If you’re about to offer me money, don’t.”
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