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She sat in deep thought for a moment or two, and then nodding briskly, dipped the pen in the ink again and began to write. Lucy thought of a song that she had not been able to get out of her head since the Fifties. “She has been to my flat before. Every home is a little recess, a niche, out of the world of business and competition, in which women and the future shelter. “I didn’t know you were half-Gypsy either. ‘So it is that you could not help it. Lucy looked at the stains on the threadbare carpeting to distract herself, embarrassed to her core. She moved her elbow nearer to him and spoke in a still lower tone.
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