“We sent for you several hours ago,” he remarked. I shouldn't talk like that. It’s all very fine and all that, Vee, this freedom, but it isn’t going to work. “Why won’t you sleep in my bed tonight, Lucia, where 80 it’s warm?” He asked her one night, teasing but mournful, as she stood in her bedroom doorway in a long white gown. He knew my name, and also that I had been living in Paris, and a man doesn’t risk claiming a girl for his wife, as a rule, for nothing. The lad looked alarmed.
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