Lucy kicked her side, then her wounded leg, dislodging her. “Please have a seat. “Do you know him?” Lucy replied, “No, I haven’t met him. And Pottiswick, of course. How dare you use my name and sing my songs?” Anna looked at her sister in blank amazement. Supper was quickly served; the oldest bottle of wine was brought from the cellar; the strongest barrel of ale was tapped; but not one of the party could eat or drink—their hearts were too full. He handed her a cheque for thirty-one pounds, ten shillings, and read the agreement through to her. Her hair was held back in a filigreed barrette.
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