. He had promised her some books, for she had voiced her hunger for stories. “Then we must try and make London endurable for you,” he remarked cheerfully. Her mother tried to soothe her with tales of romance and love, of all the fineries that she would enjoy in the Palazzo, but all Lucia could do was cry until her cheeks twitched and her forehead ached. “What’s wrong with having witchcraft books? Is she afraid that the Princeton Hill villagers will burn you at stake?” Lucy asked sarcastically. I am sure it will be good, John, and I could eat anything.
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