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Lucy didn’t seem like a teenage girl at all to Sheila and she knew it. Wood the carpenter. He fancied that when they had had time to reflect, they would regret it still more. Buried under various ancestral sixteenths, smothered under modern thought, liberty of action and bewildering variety of flesh-pots, it was still alive to the extent that it needed only his present state to resuscitate it in all its peculiar force. And no ill-chances.
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