Already she knew that she was overstaying her welcome. Michelle was in sight, Lucy could hear her voice, high in the crowd, and saw her blond head bobbing among a sea of faces. Always her prayers ended—'And may my beautiful mother guide me!' No. The joy of being loved thrilled her as nothing before had ever done, a curious abstract joy which had nothing in it at that moment of regret or even pity. You did not complain then that I personated you—no, nor when Sir John came to me in Paris, and for your sake I lied. ‘I must see the lady who is my great-aunt.
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