It was like pouring a strong acid over dulled metal. He—In fact, he—he locked me in my room. “Forgive me,” he said, “but I want to hear it from your sister. ” Lucy gestured to the rough plywood floor. Paris, always beautiful even in the darkness, glittered away to the horizon. At any rate she must see me. Anna looked at her, startled. When I think of it—” “But these are things I want to tell you now!” “I made a little song of it.
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