” The cabman, knocking with the butt end of his whip upon the window, reminded her that he was in a similar predicament. Michelle moaned and Lucy, unable to help herself, stroked her hair. “I am very much obliged for the tea,” she said. Father— dead. But I can easily bring in a sing-song girl to play for you. I’ve got imagination.
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