He was content to watch her accepting compliments and gaudy bouquets full of red roses, white carnations, and purple statice. He sat down. You must live for me. Jack had no sooner taken his place in the cart, than he was followed by the ordinary, who seated himself beside him, and, opening the book of prayer, began to read aloud. Lucy’s guts ached with jealousy and bitterness, building in a knot that twisted in her stomach, rag-like. Go to her, I say, and take her in your arms, you poor benighted Ironsides! I can't make you see. She was afraid people would follow her, she was afraid of the dark, open doorways she passed, and afraid of the blazes of light; she was afraid to be alone, and she knew not what it was she feared.
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