With an open hand, he slapped her face. He had “put his foot down,” and said she must not go. She pulled away from him, placing her fingers on his lips for a moment. “Thank you. Soon they came to treat Lucy almost as mother, pulling hard at her brown curls and laughing delightedly as they sprang back into their spiral shape. You might even tire of me by then, you know. He urged his conductors to a quicker pace to get out of sight of the distressing spectacle, and even felt relieved when he was shut out from it and the execrations of the mob by the walls of the little prison. But I have heard that he almost had to leave the schools. My death, probably.
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