" "Awake!—to be sure I am, my flash cove," replied Sheppard; "I'm down as a hammer. A girl—at my age—is grown-up. ’ So saying, she threw a meaning look over her shoulder at Lucilla, much to Gerald’s approval. I've bumped into so much of the underside that I can't see clean any more. She had started wearing the dresses he bought for her, the white and blue shift he said, “brings out the color in your eyes”. Perhaps that was the reason why she enjoyed preparing suppers at the Becks. A smile trembled at the corners of her mouth as she recalled Gerald’s ridiculous upbraiding of his own reflection in the mirror. As if we didn’t know! The practical trouble is our ages. That poor child, trying to escape, and not knowing how.
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