Lucy propped Michelle against a thick, knobby tree stump. There was only one small grated window in this hold, which admitted but little light. ‘But you will not be in a convent. Cathy Beck was terribly upset and was on the verge of exploding. "Speak out—don't be alarmed," said Wood, in a kind and encouraging tone. Lucy felt her eyes misting up, turning traitor. Why should WE hoard? We aren’t going out presently, like Japanese lanterns in a gale.
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