Lucilla clearly adored her betrothed, anyone could see that. His mother used to live i' this village, just down yonder; but when her son took to bad ways, she went distracted,—and now she's i' Bedlam, I've heerd. She felt it would save explanations if she did not state she had left her home and was looking for employment. That place was closed by the police last month. On the one hand, she seemed to think plainly and simply, and would talk serenely and freely about topics that most women have been trained either to avoid or conceal; and on the other she was unconscious, or else she had an air of being unconscious—that was the riddle—to all sorts of personal applications that almost any girl or woman, one might have thought, would have made. They had been informally introduced during floor hockey, when Katy had sent a puck flying into Lucy’s face.
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