I asked several shopkeepers the same question: ‘Do you know the blue-eyed maid with the curly brown hair? She has a mother who is fair with the same eyes. ” Lucy wanted badly to believe her. It was if the world had blinked out for a moment. Austin was dismissing a host of inquirers who had been attracted thither by the news,—for it had already been extensively noised abroad. She lit the cigarette with a tiny Kelly green drugstore lighter. Wood could stand it no longer. She directed him to an old part of the highway, a featureless stretch of old farmhouses capped in snow, with the occasional working silo. Books were always sliding and slipping, clumsy objects to hold. All other things were without weight or consequence before the fact that this poor young man would have to depend upon her for his life.
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