”
Lucy reassured. Miraculously, her schoolmates were so upswept in
their own summer planning that they had no time to
interrogate her. She was perhaps as near tears as ever before in her life. If he did resemble me, I shouldn't care
about him. She pulled the door so that it was not quite to, and held out her hand, palm
up. Both arm-chairs had been moved
a little so as to face each other on either side of the fender, and in the circular
glow of the green-shaded lamp there lay, conspicuously waiting, a thick bundle
of blue and white papers tied with pink tape. “You don’t know him, Anna,” she said with a little shudder, “or you would not
talk like that. "I am very wicked," she said. "
"Are they good?"
"He can write; but he hasn't found anything real to write about. Already she knew that she was
overstaying her welcome. Lucy inhaled deeply.
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