’ ‘Lucilla,’ gasped Hilary, his cheeks reddening with wrath. Interrogation takes many forms, you know, Lucy. “Perhaps that is only sleeping,” he said. She realized dimly that there was no personal thing behind his cry, that countless myriads of Mannings had “My God!”-ed with an equal gusto at situations as flatly apprehended. There was little more here than a sideboard, a chest for the vestments, and a simple wooden chair.
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