\" Lucy grinned, thinking of the dark gamey odors she had smelled emanating from a few of the less hygienic boys in school. All other things were without weight or consequence before the fact that this poor young man would have to depend upon her for his life. Let me take the satchel, sir. She was always the last person to exit after the crowds had stampeded, trailing slowly behind them like dust. " Upon which, he plunged his oars deeply into the stream, and the bark shot from the strand.
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