After dessert was finished, John took Lucy for a ride in his car. The recollection was too painful, and he burst into an agony of tears. “Come,” he said, “you can’t be meaning to bury yourself. D'ye hear. “Eight pounds,” she plunged, and added foolishly, “fifteen pounds will see me clear of everything. You are all that I am or hope to be—the celestial atom God put into me at the beginning. “I am happy. ” “You came to tell me this?” “I came for you,” he declared fiercely.
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