"That's for Mrs. I thought I’d see Paris, do the thing—like a toff. The winter of 1348 seemed to last an eternity, but the Pestilence struck in one day. The atmosphere was 46 strained and deathly quiet at the dining room table. You see—I didn’t understand. Lucy was surprised to hear that any party could happen on a week night, but the parents of the house in question were the rich absentee type. ’ ‘Merci,’ she sighed and, surrendering at last to his oft-proffered aid, allowed her head to droop onto his chest.
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