She looked at the white ankle socks on her feet and was reminded simultaneously of her pajama outfit and the suitcase that still lay underneath the bed. “No, Lucy, because Satan does not exist. A shiver slid down inside her. It was painful to want him so much. I tell you—never mind the bill. She got out of bed, her eyes still half-closed, and stood slack jawed. "The feeling is dead within my breast. So long as she could remember, her father had never permitted her to sit at the table unless she came fully dressed. There was a wall; she was always encountering it; the one time she was able to break through this wall was when the part in his hair was crooked. Elegant, a little scornful, she leaned slightly against the back of a chair and looked him steadily in the eyes.
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