“Thanks, Cathy. A spacious suite of rooms down the hall John described as “my parents love den” with a grimace as Lucy smiled. “What ought you to do?” “I’ve hunted up all sorts of things. ” “And you?” “Rather!” “I wonder why?” “There’s no why. A child—as innocent as a child! Nothing about life; bemused by the fairy stories you writers call novels! I don't know what you have done; I don't care. ‘Truth is, it’s Gerald who’s put me in the devil’s own temper, ma’am. I'm used to insult as I am to misfortune, and am grown callous to both; but I'm not used to compassion, and know not how to take it.
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