” He began. Lucy crouched by the side of the grave, her head in her hands, rocking back and forth. “I do wish you and your father could come to some agreement. ” “Do you mean,” Courtlaw asked, “that from now to the end of the six months you do not wish to see us—any of us?” Her eyes were a little dim again. ‘You make a game with me, I think. I don’t know. ” “Really,” she said, with a hard little laugh, “you must regard me as a very goodnatured person. But the five per cent. Meysey Hill—never your wife. I’ll walk over there once I change clothes.
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