. Michelle looked at Lucy's feet, still in the ugly brown loafers she had worn since last year. Her complexion had resisted the snow-glare wonderfully; her skin had only deepened its natural warmth a little under the Alpine sun. "Shall I take the babby home with me!" persisted Wood, in a tone between jest and earnest. She held her hand to the place where he had slapped her.
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