” Lucy considered the irony that Michelle had spent seventeen years waiting to escape the suburban existence she had always longed to live. " "The Black Lion!" echoed Terence. "Ah!" cried Wild, laying down his pen and looking up with a smile of satisfaction. “You do not know what you say. Spurlock, filled with self-mockery, sat in a chair on the west veranda. In the periphery of her vision, she saw the door pulled back. Still—you must learn for yourself. ” Lucy rubbed Michelle on the shoulder.
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