“I wouldn’t. She was practically an outcast, she had not even the ghost of a plan as to her future, and she had something less than five pounds in her pocket. "All life is a muddle, and we are all muddlers, more or less. ‘What are you after this time, miss?’ asked Jack. ” “To a friend?” “To lodgings—alone. Lucy’s guts ached with jealousy and bitterness, building in a knot that twisted in her stomach, rag-like. That’s probably true.
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