Her sadness was manageable only because she was so familiar with its phases, because she could observe its moods remotely, like an astronomer studying the moon. In truth, she would quite like to have him rescue her. “Does he never speak to you of—of old times?” she faltered. CHAPTER XXII. You are different, Lucia, undamaged even after what you have been through, still pure of heart.
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