“It spreads like wildfire. She came to her one day and pulled on her apron. “The ones Cariolus did for me. "I am here, you see," said the smith. " "Don't mention such a thing, Sir," interrupted the tapstress. “Do you think you’ll ever get married, Lucy?” Lucy shifted uncomfortably as she pulled her makeshift nightgown—an old T-shirt—over her head.
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