The blast once more swept over the agitated river: whirled off the sheets of foam, scattered them far and wide in rain-drops, and left the raging torrent blacker than before. But we get over it. What was it she had expected? Surely her moods were getting a little out of hand. Lucy’s guts ached with jealousy and bitterness, building in a knot that twisted in her stomach, rag-like. His blood would be sweet with it. “When you married me——” Her little hand flashed out across the table. ’ ‘Oh yes, or walked through the walls, I dare say.
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