At this point Lucy, in an effort perhaps—foolhardy, in Gerald’s opinion—to pour oil on troubled waters, rose swiftly to her feet and came towards the old man, her hand held out. ‘I do not know. "You hay'n't hurt your arm, I trust, my dear?" he added, anxiously. She guessed that he probably slept all of three hours a night at most. There will be no avoiding it. “My dear Vee!” Her voice became very low. The angels in Heaven shall not tear you from me. .
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