For when this Joan said it, I had a memory. Part of his head was swathed in linen bandages. Lucy was filled with happiness, it was her third Christmas at the Becks. Perhaps her odd beauty—and that too was natural—stirred these thoughts into being. He took his social pleasures once a year in Hong-Kong, after Easter. If she had any idea at all, it was something she dimly recalled from her books: something celestially beautiful, with a happy ending.
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