She was dressed as English girls do dress for town, without either coquetry or harshness: her collarless blouse confessed a pretty neck, her eyes were bright and steady, and her dark hair waved loosely and graciously over her ears. Clotilde pried Fritz from Lucy’s left leg where he was clinging. There was an eerie sense of brooding menace about an uninhabited establishment. The child has sprung into a youth; the youth has become a man; the man has already begun to feel the advances of age.
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