Why should she trouble herself over that young fool, who was
nothing to her; who, when he eventually sobered up, would not be able to
recognize her, or if he did, as something phantasmagorical?
Perhaps he should not apply the term "fool"; "unfortunate" might be the more
accurate application. Lucy looked at her
reflection with a measure of awe. “Do you mean in looks?” she asked. I have always had a secret crush on him,
to be honest with you. ”
She was able to go straight to her room without delay, and she at once locked the
door with a little sigh of relief. Constance Widgett’s abundant copper-red hair was
bent down over some dimly remunerative work—stencilling in colors upon
rough, white material—at a kitchen table she had dragged up-stairs for the
purpose, while on her bed there was seated a slender lady of thirty or so in a
dingy green dress, whom Constance had introduced with a wave of her hand as
Miss Miniver. We got your
message, but you never stay out this late. That was life. ” She
wanted to feast upon him badly, his passion, his
youthfulness.
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