As his eyes adjusted, he was able to make out the great shrouded shapes of the furniture. He must have been following her from room to room, silent in his stockinged feet. ‘I can’t think how I’ve tolerated myself all these years. \"What's in there?\" Lucy asked. “Yes,” she said, very faintly. At night she would turn it in her fingers like a rosary bead. “I believe it is.
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