‘You, soldiers,’ she yelled. ” Lucy observed, watching her friend. “I wonder what he takes me for?” When presently she got down from the stile a certain note of internal conflict, a touch of doubt, had gone from her warm-tinted face. ‘We’ll cross that bridge if and when we come to it. Wood, you shan't lord it over me, I can promise you. ” Lucy retorted, “Well, I’m not going to make the yearbook anytime soon dressed like this, am I.
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