“Nothing,” said Ann Veronica, and stared over her shoulder out of the window. ” Lucy said. “Well, you know. ” She stood up and held her arms toward him. “The Holy Ghost! The Pope! My mother!” She squealed. Tears began to stream from her cheeks. That is what my mother used to call me.
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