Lucy arranged her hair as Michelle had taught her instead of combing it out. He fell back upon the pillows with a little moan, clutching the slim white fingers fiercely. Beyond was a chaise longue, covered with cushions and shawls laid anyhow across it, together with a discarded tapestry in the making, and a scattering of woollen threads about it. He heard the panting of the donkey-engine, then the slithering of the anchor chains. Wood, in his Sunday habiliments and Sunday buckle. He made it more and more evident to her that her proper course was not to earn a salary but to accumulate equipment.
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