The softly glittering summer stars! She saw them shining over mountains of snow, over valleys of haze and warm darkness. It isn’t because you’re good, but because I may be rotten bad; and there’s something—something living and understanding in you. “You’re self-taught, aren’t you, Lucy?” She looked around the table, all eyes upon her. She wanted to know.
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