“I wonder if they will seem altered,” she remarked for the third time. This done, he let himself carefully down by it, and having only a few feet to drop, alighted in safety. Lucy’s guts ached with jealousy and bitterness, building in a knot that twisted in her stomach, rag-like. It seems to me just talk; it seems to me like the fancy of a dream. The bed-and table-linen were of the finest texture. The doctor and Anna were left alone.
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