“I’m sorry Lucy! I’m sorry to Mike too! You were right, we’re a mismatch! I just don’t want to be lonely!” Lucy hugged Michelle. There was nothing left now of the selfassured, prosperous man of affairs. Perhaps the sunken cheeks and the protruding cheekbones gave her this impression. But he does not come to see me since three days, even that these are my affairs and one could think that he would tell it to me if there is news, no?’ ‘When he has news to tell he will come, child, trust me,’ the old lady assured her. A delicate flush of colour streamed into her cheeks. ‘Either you tell me why you want the wretched animal, or it stays here. "Perhaps.
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