Lucy looked at the stains on the threadbare carpeting to distract herself, embarrassed to her core. She had a bittersweet fragrance, like dusty books and honeysuckle. She arrived about nine o’clock the next evening in a state of tremulous enthusiasm. Some day I'm going to paint her; but that will be when I've retired. He looked about for his hat, and put it on. All at once it came to him what a fool he was to worry over this phase which was wholly suppositional. "'Tis a cruel thing you've done, lad. She is curiously altered in many ways. I spent agonizing weeks wandering Mantua in search of you, finally arriving at the idea of asking someone who you were. I went to her rooms to-night. But tell her this, too. She was perfectly aware that the boy had gotten some sort of bug in his craw over her despite her sloppy, strange appearance. On this side was a razor with which a son had murdered his father; the blade notched, the haft crusted with blood: on that, a bar of iron, bent, and partly broken, with which a husband had beaten out his wife's brains.
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