The poet's appearance altogether was highly prepossessing. Lucy kissed him on the cheek. There was something indeed holding the whole species back from the imaginable largeness of life. ’ ‘I don’t even know your granddaughter, ma’am. I can’t afford to get behind. He might call her wife, but she refused to give him his wedding night. ‘One of your countrymen, perhaps?’ The girl clammed up, the moon of her white face staring up at him in the darkness. His stories had enchanted her, even if in some deep corner of her heart she guessed they were not entirely true. Even so much allusion as this to that family shadow, she felt, was an immense recognition of her ripening years. The solemn strokes were immediately answered by a multitude of chimes, sounding across the Thames, amongst which the deep note of Saint Paul's was plainly distinguishable. Opening her large black eyes, she fixed them upon him for a moment with a mixture of terror and loathing, and then averted her gaze. So, bloody but unbeaten, weak and spent but undaunted, he waited for the Wastrel to spring up. At the least, the tales had the ability to make her forget where she was; which was something in their favour.
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