’ ‘Or she imagines that being half English is the same as being completely English,’ suggested Lucilla. The hymnal lyrics had never stirred her; she had memorized and sung them parrotwise. The bed was hard beyond any experience of hers, the bed-clothes coarse and insufficient, the cell at once cold and stuffy. Her mind left her. E. . He knocked at the door.
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