If any of you—or all of you feel the same in six months’ time from to-day, will you come, if you care to, and see me then?” There was a brief silence. As his eyes adjusted, he was able to make out the great shrouded shapes of the furniture. The ruffian caught hold of her hair, and held her fast. Puffy blue curtains dressed every oakstained window. Lucy thought of a song that she had not been able to get out of her head since the Fifties.
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