She turned out the electric light and gained the hall. Lucy jammed her foot down onto Mark McCloskey’s forehead. The inn was a military haunt. “Do you think you’ll ever get married, Lucy?” Lucy shifted uncomfortably as she pulled her makeshift nightgown—an old T-shirt—over her head. " "As an honest Chinaman?"—taking out the offensiveness of the query by smiling.
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