“Do you think you’ll ever get married, Lucy?” Lucy shifted uncomfortably as she pulled her makeshift nightgown—an old T-shirt—over her head. Miss Ellicot, who sang ballads, and liked Brendon to turn over the pages for her, tossed her head. She could not stir hand or foot.
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